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PSALMS,  HYMNS, 

AND 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

SELECTED  FOR  THE  USE  OF  THE 

UNITED  CHURCHES  OP  CHRIST, 

COMMONLY  CALLED 

FREE  WILL  BAPTIST, 

3n  JCortl)  (Carolina; 

AND  FOR 

SAINTS  OF  ALL  DENOMINATIONS. 

."BY  JESSE  HEATH  AND  ELIAS  HUTCHINS, 
MINISTERS  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

Second  Edition. 

Teaching  and  admonishing  one  another  in  Psalms, 
and  Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Soiigs,  singing  with  grace 
in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord. — Colossians  iii:  16. 


WM. 


RICHMOND,  VA  : 

H.  CLEM  MITT,  FR  INTER, 

18  5  6. 


^22  3  2 


PREFACE, 

Through  the  earnest  and  repeated  solici- 
tations of  their  friends  and  brethren,  the 
Compilers  have  been  induced  to  make  and 
publish  the  following  Selection  of  Hymns 
and  Spiritual  Songs ;  the  former  designed  in 
part  for  the  pulpit;  the  latter  for  private 
and  social  worship. 

Circumstances  beyond  their  control,  made 
it  impossible  for  them  to  devote  that  time 
and  attention  -to  the  work  that  they  at  first 
intended ;  and  for  this  reason  they  are  com- 
pelled to  present  it  to  the  public  in  its  pre- 
sent state. 

Many  will  doubtless  be  disappointed  in 
not  finding  some  particular  Hymns  and 
Songs  included  in  this  work;  but  a  mo- 
ment's reflection  will  convince  them  that 
all  cannot  expect  to  have  every  Hymn 


l'RKf'AC£, 


and  Song  to  which  they  are  particularly 
partial,  printed  in  a  book  of  this  kind.  • 

The  Compilers  do  not  flatter  themselves 
that  all  will  be  satisfied  with  this  Selection; 
neither  do  they  suppose  that  it  is  the  most 
judicious  that  could  be  made  ;  but  they  as- 
sure the  reader  that  they  have  done  as  welt 
as  the  circumstances  under  which  the  work 
was  compiled,  would  admit. 

That  the  blessing  of  God  may  attend  their 
feeble  efforts  to  promote  the  interest  of  the 
Redeemer's  kingdom,  i3  the  sincere  desire 
and  ardent  prayer  of  the 

COMPILERS. 
N.  Carolina,  May,  1832.. 


HYMNS. 


Public  ill  o  r  s  I)  i  p  . 

HYMN  1.  CM. 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  great  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 

The  honors  of  thy  name. 

Jesus,  the  name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease : 

Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life  and  health,  and  peace. 

He  'breaks  the  power  of  cancell'd  sin, 

He  sets  the  pris'ner  free : 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 

His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

A3 


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PUBLIC 


Look  unto  him  ye  natior.9 ;  own 

Your  God,  ye  fallen  raco  ; 
Look,  and  be  sav'd  through  faith  alone,. 

Be  justified  by  grace. 


HYMN  2.  CM. 

Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude  combine 

To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

Wrapt  in  the  silence  of  the  night, 

Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
When  bursting,  glorious,  heavenly  light, 

The  wond'rous  scene  unfurl'd. 

Hark!  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 

The  joyous,  heavenly  throng. 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 
Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise; 

Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays. 

With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

Glory  to  God  on  high; 
Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 

Jesus  was  born  to  die. 


WORSHIP. 


9Hail,  Prince  of  life,  fovever  hail ! 

Redeemer,  brother  friend ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  fail, 

Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 


HYMN  3.     S.  M. 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

To  an  immortal  tune ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 

Celestial  grace  hath  done. 

Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 

From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  : 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 

To  fiercer  flames  below. 

But  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardons  down 

To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 

Now,  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  offer'd  grace. 

Ai 


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PUBLIC 


Lord,  we  obey  thy  call, 
And  lay  an  humble  claim 

To  the  salvation  thou  hast  wrought. 
And  love  and  praise  thy  name. 


HYMN  4.  CM. 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds, 

In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 

And  drives  away  his  fear. 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build. 

My  shield  and  hiding  place  ; 
My  never  failing  treas'ry  fill'd 

"With  boundless  stores  of  grace, 

Jesus !  my  shepherd,  husband,  friend, 
My  prophet,  priest,  and  king  ; 

My  lord,  my  life,  my  way,  my  end, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought  j 

But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 


WORSHIP. 


'Till  then,  I  would  thy  love  proclaim, 
With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name, 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

HYMN  5.     S.  M. 

Jesus,  we  love  thy  name, 

And  thee  we  will  adore  ; 
■  And  when  we  feel  this  heav'nly  flame, 

We  long  to  love  thee  more. 

Thy  name  is  all  our  trust ; 

Thy  name  is  solid  peace ; 
Thy  name  is  everlasting  rest, 

When  other  names  shall  cease. 

There,  ravish 'd  with  thy  name, 
We  never  more  shall  rove  ; 

There  sound  thine  everlasting  fame, 
And  solace  in  thy  love. 

Thy  name  shall  be  our  praise  ; 

Thy  name  shall  be  our  joy ; 
Thy  name,  thro'  everlasting  days, 

Shall  countless  tongues  employ. 

HYMN  6.  CM. 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here; 

O  make  our  joys  the  same. 
a5 


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PUBLIC 


With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fiil'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arm9 

He  clasp'd  the  holy  child ! 

"  Now  I  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cried, 

"Behold  thy  servant  dies  ! 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 

And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

This  is  the  light  prepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands! 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope,  . 

To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

Jesus,  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 

If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart  strings  break, 

How  sweet  my  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 

And  glory  in  my  soul. 


HYMN  T.  CM. 

Here  in  thy  presence,  glorious  Lord, 
We've  met  to  seek  thy  face  ; 

O  let  us  feel  th'  eternal  word. 
And  feast  upon  thy  grace. 


worship. 


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O  may  this  be  a  happy  hour, 

To  all  that's  met  to-day  ; 
Display  thy  love,  make  known  thy  pow'r. 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

0  may  a  spark  of  heav'nly  fire, 

Each  stupid  soul  inflame  ; 
And  sacred  love  our  tongues  inspire 

To  praise  thy  holy  name. 

Let  every  soul  the  Saviour  feel, 

And  taste  his  love  divine; 
And  every  heart  forever  be 

United,  Lord,  with  thine. 


HYMN  8.     S.  M. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing, 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

He  form'd  the  deep?  unknown, 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound, 

The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

Come,  worship  at.  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord, 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
•    Ho  form'd  us  by  his  word. 


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To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 

And  own  your  gracious  God. 

But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
Arid  hearts  grow  hard,  like  stubborn  Jews, 

That  unbelieving  race ; 

The  Lord,  in  vengeance  drest, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  swear, 
"You  that  despise  my  promis'd  rest, 

Shall  have  no  portion  there." 


HYMN  9.     L.  M. 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast; 

Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'u. 

Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height, and  breadth, and  length, 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 

Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  son.. 


WORSHIP. 


HYMN   10.     S.  M. 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  3 

Join  in  the  song;  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banish 'd  from  this  place; 

Religion  never  was  design'd 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below, 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 

From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

There  we  shall  see  his  face, 

And  never,  never  sin  ; 
There  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace, 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in. 

Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry, 
We're  marching  through  Immanuers 

To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


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PUBLIC 


HYMN  11.     C.  M. 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God* 
Once  more  his  blessings  ask  : 

O  may  not  duty  seem  a  load  ! 
Nor  worship  prove  a  task. 

Father,  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  send, 
From  heav'n,  in  Jesus'  name, 

To  make  our  waiting  minds  attend, 
And  put  our  souls  in  frame. 

May  we  receive  the  word  we  hear, 

Each  in  an  honest  heart; 
And  keep  the  precious  treasure  there, 

And  never  with  it  part. 

To  seek  thee,  all  our  hearts  dispose  ; 

To  each  thy  blessings  suit ; 
And  let  the  seed  thy  servant  sows 

Produce  abundant  fruit. 

HYMN  12.     L.  M. 

How  lovely,  how  divinely  sweet, 
O  Lord,  thy  sacred  courts  appear  f 

Fain  would  my  longing  passions  meet 
The  glories  of  thy  presence  there. 

O  blest  the  men,  blest  their  employ, 
Whom  thy  indulgent  favors  raise 

To  dwell  in  those  abodes  of  joy, 
And  sing  thy  never  eeaeing  praUe. 


'WORSHIP. 


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Happy  the  men,  whom  strength  divine 
With  ardent  love  and  zeal  inspires; 

Whose  steps  to  thy  blest  ways  incline, 
With  willing  hearts,  and  warm  desires. 

One  day  within  thy  sacred  gate, 

Affords  more  real  joy  to  me, 
Than  thousands  in  the  tents  of  state — 
*  The  meanest  place  is  bliss  with  thee. 

God  is  a  sun  ;  our  brightest  day 
From  his  reviving  presence  flows; 

God  is  a  shield,  through  all  the  way, 
To  guard  us  from  surrounding  foes. 

He  pours  his  kindest  blessings  down, 
Profusely  down,  on  souls  sineere  ; 

And  grace  shall  guide,  and  glory  crown 
The  happy  fav 'rites  of  his  care. 


HYMN  13.     C.  M. 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 

Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

41  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sia 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 

Whatever  may  oppose. 


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PUBLIC 


Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 

I'll  tell  him  Pin  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

£ '11  to  the  gracious  king  approach, 
Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives  ; 

Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea  ; 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer, 
But  if  I  perish  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 

I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolved  to  try, 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 

1  must  forever  die. 

But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought, 
When  I  the  King  have  tried  ; 

This  were  to  die — delightful  thought 
As  sinner  never  died." 


HYMN  14.     L.  M. 

Come,  sinners,  to  the  gospel  feast. 
Let  every  soul  be  Jesus'  guest; 
Ye  need  not  one  be  left  behind, 
For  God  hath  bidden  all  mankind. 


WORSHIP. 


Sent  by  the  Lord,  on  you  I  call ;  . 
The  invitation  is  to  all — 
Come  all  the  world — come,  sinner,  thou 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

My  message  as  from  "God  receive  ; 
Ye  all  may  come  to  Christ  and  live  ; 
0  let  his  love  your  hearts  constrain, 
Nor  let  him  sutler  death  in  vain, 

Come  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppress'd — 
Ye  weary  laborers  after  rest — 
Ye  poor  and  maimed  and  halt  and  blind, 
In  Christ  a  hearty  welcome  find. 

His  love  is  mighty  to  compel ; 
His  saving  grace  consent  to  feel ; 
Yield  to  his  love's  attracting  power, 
And  light  against  your  God  no  more. 

See  him  set  forth  before  your  eyes, 
Behold  the  bleeding  sacrifice, 
His  offered  benefits  embrace, 
And  freely  now  be  sav'd  by  grace. 

This  is  the  time,  no  more  delay, 
This  is  the  glorious  gospel  day, 
Come  in  this  moment,  at  his  call, 
And  live  to  him,  who  died  for  all. 


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PUBLIC 


HYMN  15.     C.  M. 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

"  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainty  strive  with  earthly  toils 

To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

"  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepar'd 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 

The  rich  provision  taste. 

"  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 

With  springs  that  never  dry. 

Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  hero 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

["  Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hida  your  sin. 

■ 


WORSHIP. 


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M  Come  naked  and  adorn  your  souls 
In  robes  prepared  by  God — 

Wrought  by  the  labors  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood."] 

Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 

Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 

And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 

The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 

Lord  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 


HYMN  16.     L.  M. 

Sinners,  expos'd  to  dreadful  woe, 
Arise,  and  to  King  Jesus  go  ; 
Your  guilt  confess,  his  favor  seek, 
And  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  speak. 

Fear  not  the  law,  'tis  grace  that  reigns, 
Jesus  the  sinner's  cause  maintains; 
He  ransom'd  rebels  with  his  blood, 
And  now  he  intercedes  with  God. 

To  him  approach  with  fervent  prayer, 
And  if  you  perish,  perish  there  ; 
Resolv'd  at  Jesus'  feet  to  lie, 
Suing  for  mercy  till  you  die. 


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PUBLIC 


Like  Esther,  venture  near  the  throne, 
And  make  your  supplication  known — 
Tell  him  the  cause  of  all  your  grief, 
And  he  will  grant  you  quick  relief. 

Thrice  happy  souls  who  thus  address 
The  God  of  love  and  boundless  grace  ; 
Jesus  will  such  completely  save, 
And  life  eternal  they  shall  have. 


HYMN  17.     L.  M. 

Know,  then,  that  every  soul  is  free, 
To  choose  his  life,  and  what  he'll  be ; 
For  this  eternal  truth  is  given, 
That  God  will  force  n<%  man  to  heaven. 

He'll  draw,  persuade,  direct  him  right, 
Bless  him  with  wisdom,  love  and  light; 
In  nameless  ways  be  good  and  kind  ; 
But  never  force  the  human  mind. 

Freedom  and  reason  make  us  men  ; 
Take  these  away,  what  are  we  then  ? 
Mere  animals,  and  just  as  well 
The  beasts  might  think  of  heaven  or  hell. 

May  we  no  more  our  powers  abuse, 
But  ways  of  truth  and  goodness  choose  ; 
Our  God  is  pleased  when  we  improve 
His  grace,  and  seek  the  world  above. 


WORSHIP. 


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'Tis  God's  free  grace  me  to  receive, 
It's  rav  free  will  for  to  believe  : 
To  stubborn  witters  this  I'll  tell. 
It's  all  free  grace,  and  all  free  will. 

Those  that  despise  grow  harder  still ; 
Those  that  adhere,  he  turns  their  will ; 
And  thus  despisers  sink  to  hell, 
While  those  that  herur  in  glory  dwell. 

But  if  we  take  the  downward  road, 
And  make  in  hell  our  last  abode, 
Our  God  is  clear,  and  we  shall  know 
We've  p'ung'd  ourselves  in  endless,  woe. 


HYMN  18.     C.  M. 

Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few, 

Nor  is  thy  gospel  weak  ; 
Thy  grace  can  rnelt  the  stubborn  Jew, 

And  heal  the  dying  Greek. 

Wide  as  the  reach  of  Satan's  rage, 

Does  thy  salvation  flow  ; 
It's  not  contin'd  to  sex  or  age, 

The  lofty  or  the  low. 

While  grace  is  offer'd  to  the  prince, 
The  poor  ma)r  take  a  share  ; 

No  mortal  has  a  just  pretence 
To  perish  in  despair. 


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Come,  all  ye  wretched  sinners,  eomr, 

He'll  form  your  souls  anew  ; 
His  gospel  and  his  heart  have  room 

For  rebels  such  as  you. 

His  doctrine  is  almighty  love  ; 

There's  virtue  in  his  name, 
To  turn  a  raven  to  a  dove — ■ 

A  lion  to  a  lamb. 

O  could  we  raise  a  song  of  praise, 

Half  equal  to  his  love,  [sing, 

The  heav'ns  would  ring,  while  we  should 
Through  ail  the  courts  above. 


HYMN  19.     L.  M. 

Show  pity,  Lord;  0  Lord  forgive; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

My  crimes  are  great,  but  don't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  gra«e  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  found. 

O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
A  ud  past  odences  pain  mine  eyes. 


WORSHIP. 


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My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord  should  thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemu'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  : 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hov'ring  round  th}'  word, 
"Would  li°:ht  on  some  sweet  promise  there — 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


HYMN  20.  CM. 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  ail  their  days  ? 

Great  Comforter,  descend  and  bring 
The  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 

When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiv  en  ? 

Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Arid  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 


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Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

May  thy  bless'd  wings,  eelestial  Dove, 
Safely  convey  me  liome  ! 


HYMN  21.     C.  M. 

"Repent  !"  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay  ; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 

And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

No  more  the  sov'reign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men ; 
His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad, 

To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

The  summons  reach 'd  through  all  the  earth 

Let  earth  attend  and  fear; 
Listen,  ye  men  of  royal  birth, 

And  let  your  vassals  hear  ! 

Together  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  a!l  your  guilt  confess, 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now, 

Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar, 
For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 

And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 


WORSHIP. 


Amazing  love  ?  that  yet  will  call, 
And  yet  prolong  our  days  ; 

Our  hearts,  subdu'd  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 


HYMN  22.     S.  M. 

0  blessed  souls  are  they 
Whose  sins  are  cover'd  o'er ! 

Divinely  blest,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more  . 

Tljey  mourn  their  follies  past, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their  lips  and  lives,  without  deceit, 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere. 

While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  festering  wound, 

Till  I  confess'd  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 

Is  found  in  God  alone. 


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HYMN   23.     C.  M. 

Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers, 
And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 

Awake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  grace  abroad. 

He  rais'd  me  from  the  depths  of  sin, 
The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 

And  fix'd  my  standing  more  secure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

The  arms  of  everlasting  love 
Beneath  my  soul  he  plac'd  ; 

And  on  the  Rock  of  Ages  set 
My  slippery  footsteps  fast. 

The  city  of  my  blest  abode, 
Is  wall'd  around  with  grace ; 

Salvation  for  a  bulwark  stands 
To  shield  the  sacred  place. 

Satan  may  vent  his  sharpest  spite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 

And  bounds  his  raging  power. 

Arise,  my  soul,  awake  my  voice, 
And  tunes  of  pleasure  sing  ; 

Loud  hallelujahs  shall  address 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 


HYMN  24.  CM. 

My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
And  bids  the  world  farewell; 

Base  as  the  dirt  heneath  my  feet 
And  mischievous  as  hell. 

No  longer  will  I  ask  its  love, 
Nor  seek  your  friendship  more  ; 

The  happiness  that  I  approve, 
Is  not  within  its  pow'r. 

There's  nothing  round  the  spacious  eai 
That  suits  my  large  desire  ; 

To  boundless  joy  and  solid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  aspire. 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road  ; 

There  sits  my  Saviour  dress'd  in  love, 
And  there  my  smiling  God. 

HYMN  25.     C.  M. 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 
How  false,  and  yet  how  fair! 

Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison  too, 
And  ev'ry  sweet  a  snare. 

The  brightest  things  below  the  sky, 
Shine  with  deceitful  light ; 

We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 


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Our  dearest  joys  and  dearest  friends, 
The  partners  of  our  blood, 

How  they  divide  our  wav'ring  minds, 
And  leav  e  but  half  for  God  ! 

The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love, 
How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ; 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food, 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 

From  all  created  good. 


HYMN  26.     L.  M. 

/  I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away  ; 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth  deceitful  sea, 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 
.Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair ; 
And  whilst  I  listen'd  to  your  song, 
Your  streams  had  e'en  convcy'd  me  there. 

Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless* grace, 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyss  ; 
That  drew  me  from  those  treach'rous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 


WORSHIP. 


fsow  to  the  shining  realms  above, 
I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  uwper  skies  ! 

There,  from  the  bosom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endless  pleasure  roil ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  last  abode, 
And  drown  the  sorrows  of  my  soul. 


HYMN   27.     C.  M. 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Utter'd  or  unexpress'd ; 
The  motions  of  a  hidden  fire, 

That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  dear. 

Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech. 

That  any  lips  can  try; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, 

He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


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Prayer  i9  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say,  "  Behold  !  he  prays  !" 

The  saints  in  prayer,  appear  as  one, 
In  word,  in  deed,  and  mind, 

When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

Nor  prayer  is  made  on  earth  alone — 

The  Holy  Spirit  pleads; 
And  Jesus  on  the  etprnal  throne, 

For  sinners  intercedes. 


HYMN  28.  C.  M. 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee, 

No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me. 

Ah,  whither  shall  I  go  ? 

What  did  thine  only  son  endure. 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ; 
What  pain,  what  labor  to  secure 

My  soul  from  endless  death  ! 

0  Jesus,  could  I  this  believe, 
I  now  should  feel  thy  power ; 

Now  my  poor  soul  thou  wouldst  retrieve, 
Nor  let  me  wait  one  hour. 


WORSHIP. 


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Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lilt 
My  weary,  longing  eyes, 

O  let  rne  now  receive  that  gift, 
My  soul  without  it  dies. 

Surely  thou'canst  not  let  me  die ; 

0  speak,  and  Fshall  live  ; 
And  here  I  will  unwearied  lie, 

Till  thou  thy  Spirit  give. 

The  worst  of  sinners  would  rejoice, 
Could  they  but  see  thy  face  , 

0  let  me  hear  thy  quick'ning  voice, 
And  taste  thy  pardoning  grace  ! 


HYMN  29.  CM. 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 

The  promise  calls  me  near ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 

And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

That  rich  atoning  flood, 

Which  sprinkled  round  I  see, 

Provides  for  those  who  come  to  God, 
An  all  prevailing  plea. 

My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 
Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold  : 

Since  his  own  blood  for  thee  he  spilt, 
What  elso  will  he  withhold  i 


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Beyond  thy  utmost  wants. 

His  love  and  power  can  bless ; 
To  praying;  souls  he  always  grants 

More  than  they  can  express. 

Since  'tis  the  Lord's- command, 

My  mouth  I  open  wide; 
Lord,  open  thou  thy  bounieous  hand, 

That  I  may  be  supplied. 

Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 
Conform  my  will  to  thine  ; 

Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 


HYMN  30.  CM. 

Since  I  have  plac'd  my  trust  in  God, 

A  refuge  always  nigh, 
Why  should  I,  like  a  tim'rous  bird, 

To  distant  mountains  fly  ? 

Since  I  have  faith  in  Christ,  my.  head, 

A  refuge  for  my  soul, 
Why  should  my  tim'rous  spirit  dread, 

Though  threatening  billows  roll. 

Let  sinners  dread,  who  have  no  God, 
The  wrath  that  is  to  come, 

But  those  who  trust  th'  eternal  word, 
May  force  their  passage  home. 


WORSHIP. 


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The  ground  of  all  my  joy  be  this, 

A  conscience  pure  within, 
That  in  sincere  and  godly  bliss, 

My  christian  lite  hath  been. 
The  Lord  Jehovah  is  my  friend, 

My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
He  loves  the  faithful  to  the  end, 

Whose  feet  do  never  slide. 


HYMN  31.     S.  If, . 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes 
Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ; 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  to  read  his  word, 

On  earth  wre  want  the  sight 

Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 

To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 

And  heaven  begins  below. 

HYMN  32.     L.  M. 
While  others  their  salvation  rest, 

On  outward  forms  or  distant  heaven, 
I  want  God's  kingdom  in  my  breast, 

And  there  to  feel  my  sins  forgiven. 

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Some  make  their  boasts  of  cancell'd  sinr 
Before  the  world  or  they  were  made  ; 

And  while  they  have  a  hell  within, 
Imagine  God,  their  heaven  decreed. 

While  others  think,  the  law  fulfil  I'd 
By  Jesus,  when  he  bled  and  died, 

Has  free'd  their  souls  from  endless  guilt, 
Although  his  blood  be  not  appli'd. 

But  I  can  trust  to  no  decree, 
Or  law  fulfill'd  by  Jesus  Christ, 

But  that  which  works  a  change  in  me, 
And  brings  me  to  the  gospel  feast. 

I  am  by  nature  dead  in  sin, 

My  soul  bound  down  with  heavy  chains 
Then  Christ  must  be  my  life  within, 

Or  else  my  soul  in  death  remains. 

Then  in  my  heart,  0  Jesus,  reign, 
With  thy  blessed  kingdom  all  divine  ; 

Remove  my  death,  break  every  chain, 
And  make  my  spirit  pure  as  thine.  . 

Then  shall  I  be  forever  blest ; 

From  all  my  sins  and. sorrows  free  ; 
A  peaceful  kingdom  in  my  breast, 

And  I  forever  reign  with  thee. 


WORSHIP. 


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HYMN  33.     S.  M. 

Ir  God  so  lov'd  our  race, 

To  give  his  only  son. 
Lord,  let  me  feel  thy  heavenly  grace, 

And  know  the  gift  my  own. 

It's  not  a  heav'n  to  come 

My  soul  can  satisfy  ; 
Nor  can  I  feel  myself  at  home 

But  with  my  Saviour  nigh. 

O  God  thy  heav'ns  bow, 

These  parting  walls  remove  ; 

Let  me  begin  my  glory  now, 
And  here  enjoy  thy  love. 

Shine,  0  thou  morning  star, 

And  bring  celestial  day  ; 
Far  from  my  soul,  O  Jesus,  far 

Expel  these  clouds  away. 

Scenes  of  immortal  joy 

Are  my  supreme  desire  ; 
To  live  and  die  in  thy  employ, 

Then  join  the  heavenly  choir. 

HYMN  34.     L.  M. 

0  for  a  taste  of  life  divine, 

To  feed  this  hungry  soul  of  mine  ; 

1  want  the  Son  of  God  to  know, 

And  taste  of  heaven  while  here  belovr, 
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If  I  were  sure  that  I  should  have 
A  crown  of  joy  beyond  the  grave, 
Yet  that  alone  won't  do  for  me  ; 
I  want  while  here  with  God  to  be. 

Whatever  I  do,  where'er  1  go, 
I  want  those  joys  of  heaven  to  know  j, 
I  want  the  power  of  sin  subdu'd, 
And  feel  my  precious  soul  renew'd. 

I  do  not  want  a  christian's  name 
Without  the  nature  of  the  Lamb ; 
I  want  to  bid  all  loves  adieu, 
But  Christ  my  Lord,  and  him  pursue. 

Dear  Saviour,  thou  my  all  must  be  ; 
O  give  me  strength  to  walk  with  thee ; 
Without  a  rival,  rule  my  heart, 
And  never  let  me  from  thee  part. 


HYMN  35.     S.  M. 

I  want  a  change  to  feel, 
A  change  that  God  will  own  ; 

A  change  that  saves  from  sin  and  hell, 
In  Jesus  found  alone. 

Oh  !  change  this  heart  of  stone, 

Almighty  power  divine  ; 
For  none  but  God's  free  grace  alone. 

Can  such  a  heart  refine. 


WORSHIP. 


And  when  this  change  takes  place; 

Before  thy  feet  I'll  wait, 
That  I,  by  thy  unchanging  grace, 

All  changing  schemes  may  hate. 

This  change  will  show  the  love 
That  Jesus  bears  for  me  ; 

This  change  will  lead  to  joys  above, 
Where  no  more  change  will  be. 


HYMX  36.     C.  M. 

O  could  I  find  an  humble  place, 
But  near  the  lowly  Lamb  ; 

How  would  my  soul  extol  his  grace, 
And  praise  "his  precious  name. 

Lord,  draw  my  heart  so  near  to  thee, 
While  through  this  world  I  rove, 

That  I  may  every  moment  be 
Transported  with  thy  love. 

0  let  me  walk  with  thee,  my  God, 
And  find  thee  always  nigh ; 

Give  me  to  eat  immortal  food, 
That  I  may  never  die. 

1  want  that  grace  that  may  be  felt, 
That  will  my  soul  inflame; 

I  want  this  harden'd  heart  to  melt 
At  my  Redeemer's  name. 
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I  want  all  6elf  to  be  subdu'd  ; 

0  may  my  pride  be  slain, 
And  may  my  soul  be  all  renew'd 
Through  Jesus'  precious  name. 

I  want  my  soul  bound  up  in  God, 
And  feel  his  nature  mine, 

To  feast  upon  immortal  food, 
And  drink  of  joys  divine. 


HYMN  37.     S.  M. 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 

Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

Blest  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiments  spread, 
And  pleasure  fill'd  the  room. 

Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills, 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 
Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils, 

And  all  the  air  is  love. 


WORSHIP. 


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HYMN  38.     L.  M. 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love  ? 

Such  let  our  conversation  be  ; 
The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 

Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

Whene'er  our  angry  passions  rise,  [strife. 
And  tempt  our  thoughts  and  tongues  to 

To  Jesus  let  us  lift  our  eyes, 

Bright  pattern  of  the  christian  life, 

O  how  benevolent  and  kind  ! 

How  mild  and  ready  to  forgive  ! 
Be  this  the  temper  of  our  mind, 

And  these  the  rules  by  which  we  live. 

To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will, 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 

Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shown  through  his  life  divinely  bright. 

Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came, 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  : 

Then  if  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name, 
By  his  example  let  us  move. 

But  ah,  how  blind,  how  weak  are  we  ! 

How  frail,  how  apt  to  turn  aside ! 
Lord,  we  depend  upon  thy  care  ; 

We  ask  thy  Spirit  for  our  guide. 
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Thy  £air  example  may  we  trace, 
To  teach  us  what  we  ought  to  be  ; 

Make  us  by  thy  transforming  grace, 
O  Saviour,  daily  more  like  thee. 


HYMN  39.     8.  M. 

Let  strife  forever  cease, 

And  envy  quit  the  field  ; 
Come,  join  and  live  in  love  and  peace, 

And  to  the  gospel  yield. 

Let  bitter  words  no  more 

Among  the  saints  remain  ; 
Let  every  member,  every  hour, 

Submit  to  Jesus'  reign. 

One  Lord  we  have  to  fear, 

One  faith  we  all  confess, 
And  all  to  one  baptism  adhere, 

And  magnify  free  grace. 

Then  why  should  we,  contend 
For  meat,  and  drink,  and  dress, 

And  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  pierce  his  wounds  afresh. 

When  bitter  words  arise, 

Then  Satan  has  his  ends, 
We  wound  the  heart  and  hands  of  Christ, 

Amidst  hid  chosen  friends. 


WORSHIP. 


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No  more  we'll  feed  the  flame, 
Nor  judge  ourselves  too  wise  ; 

But  search  with  care  to  find  the  beam 
That  lurks  within  our  eyes. 

Then  to  the  world  we'll  prove 

That  we  disciples  are, 
When  they  behold  us  walk  in  love, 

They'll  say,  "  The  Lord  is  there." 


HYMN  40.     C.  M. 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 

Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ! 

More  needful  this,  than  glittering  wealth, 
Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 

Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 

And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

O  iriay  my  heart,  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  rny  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 

His  goverment  to  own. 
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Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  lore, 
Be  join'd  with  godly  fear  ; 

And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

Preserve  me  from  the  snares  of  sin, 
Thro'  my  remaining  days  ; 

And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 
To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire 

To  mount  above  the  skies  ! 


HYMN  41.     C.  M. 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 

How  heavy  here  it  lies ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 

Just  like  a  rock  of  ice. 

Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  sits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne; 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  buried,  deep 

Beneath  this  heart  of  stone. 

How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above  ! 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith, 

And  chills  my  flaming  love. 


WORSHIP. 


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When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul 
With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 

This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing 
Would  thrust  it  from  mine  arms. 

Against  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  T  have  stood, 
My  heart  it  shakes  not  at  the  wrath 

And  terrors  of  a  God. 

Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimson  sea! 

None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 


HYMN   42.     C.  M. 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 
And  brings  the  truth  to  sight ; 

Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Majestic,  like  the  sun 
It  gives  a  light  to  ev'ry  age  ; 

It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 
The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 

His  truths  upon  the  nations  rise; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 
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Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine, 
For  such  a  bright  display, 

As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heav-'nly  day. 

My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 
The  steps  of  him  I  love ;  ^ 

Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 


HYMN  43.     L.  M. 

How  precious  is  thy  word,  O  God, 
'Tis  for  our  light  and  guidance  giv'n  ; 

It  sheds  a  lustre  all  abroad. 
And  points  the  path  to  bliss  and  heaven 

It  fills  the  soul  with  sweet  delight, 
Then  quickens  its  inactive  powers  ; 

It  sets  our  wandering  footsteps  right, 
Displays  thy  love,  and  kindles  ours. 

Its  promises  rejoice  our  hearts  ; 

Its  doctrine  is  divinely  true  ; 
Knowledge  and  pleasure  it  imparts  ; 

It  comforts  and  instructs  us  too. 

Ye  favor'd  lands  who  have  this  word, 
Ye  saints,  who  feel  its  saving  power, 

Unite  your  tongues  to  praise  the  Lord, 
And  his  abounding  grace  adore. 


WORSHIP. 


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HYMN  44.     L.  M; 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 

To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind; 

This  heav'nly  balm,  whose  virtues  can 

Restore  the  ruin'd  creature  man. 

The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice  and  live  ; 
Dry  bones  are  rais'd  and  cloth 'd  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turn'd  to  flesh. 

Where  satan  reign'din  shades  of  night, 
The  gospel  strikes  a  heav'nly  light ; 
Our  lusts  its  wond'rous  power  controls, 
And  calms  the  rage  cf  angry  souls. 

Lions  and  beasts  of  savage  name, 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  Lamb ; 
While  the  wide  world  esteems  it  strange. 
Gaze  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change. 

May  but  this  grace  my  soul  renew, 
Let  sinners  gaze  and  hate  me  too ; 
The  word  that  saves  me  does  engage 
A  sure  defence  from  all  their  rage. 


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HYMN  45.     L.  M. 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour  and  my  Lord  , 

Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down,. 
And  wrote  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  search  from  Britain  to  Japan  ? 

There  shall  be  no  religion  found, 
So  just  to  God,  so  safe  to  man. 

In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 
Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ! 

With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comforts  stand 

Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nish  bliss, 
Could  raise  such  pleasures  in  the  mind 

Nor  does  the  Turkish  Paradise 
Pretend  to  joys  so  much  refin'd. 

Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise, 
Assault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art. 

I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gospel  to  my  heart 


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HYMN  46.     L.  M. 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  divine  disciples  met; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 

What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave, 
And  power  to  give  and  power  to  save ; 
Furnished  their  tongues  with  wond'rous  words 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears  and  swords. 

Thus  arm'd,  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north, 
"  Go,  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  ; 
Go,  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross," 

These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow, 
And  lay  the  proudest  rebel  low. 

Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdu'd  ; 
While  satan  rages  at  "his  loss, 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  subdue  ; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word. 


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HYMN   47.  CM. 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 

And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church,  adorn 'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 

To  show  his  milder  face. 

Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown,. 

The  holy  tribes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 

And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints,, 

We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest. 

My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  : 

There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell,. 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns.. 


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HYMN  48.     S.  M. 

How  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 

Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 

Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crown'd, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 

He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

To  them  his  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts ; 
And  in  return  accepts  with  smiles, 

The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 

The  servants  of  my  God. 


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HYMN  49.     C.  M. 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 

And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here, 

And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  my  dear  Lord  is  seen, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss. 

HYMN   50.     C.  M. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 


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My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  shine, . 
How  deep  thy  counsels  !  how  divine  ! 

Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  ; 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blast  them  in  everlasting  death. 

But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joys  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

Sin,  (my  worst  enemy  before,) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  satan  break  my  peace  again. 

Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  desir'd  or  wish'd  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 


HYMN  51.     C.  M. 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heavenly  frame  ; 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


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Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord — 

Where  is  that  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ! 

What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 

The  world  can  never  fill. 

Return,  0  heavenly  Dove  !  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ! 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 

And  worship  none  but  thee. 

So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 

And  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


HYMN  52.     C.  M. 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free ! 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  spilt  for  me. 


WORSHIP. 


A  heart  resign'd,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

0  for  a  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean, 
Which  neither  lite  nor  death  can  part 

From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renew'd, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 

A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

Thy  tender  heart  is  still  the  same, 
•'•  And  melts  at  human  woe  ; 
Jesus,  for  thee  distress'd  I  am, 
I  want  thy  love  to  know. 

My  heart,  thou  know'st,  can  never  rest 
Till  thou  create  my  peace  ; 

Till  of  my  Eden  repossess'd — 
From  ev'ry  sin  I  cease. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart, 
Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
I  Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 


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HYMN  53.     C.  M. 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 
In  smiling  crowds  draw  near ; 

And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
The  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you, 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 

Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

"  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  to  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love  ? 

Like  what  is  Christ  I  see  ? 

Away,  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tis  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice,. 

And  here  true  bliss  I  find. 

HYMN  54.     L.  M. 

Ye  lovely  tribes  of  smiling  youth, 
Attend  the  voice  of  sacred  truth  ; 
Your  parents'  hope,  and  joy,  and  boast, 
Let  not  the  word  on  you  be  lost. 


WORSHIP. 


As  plants  you  flourish,  thrive,  and  grow 
But  do  you  God  the  Saviour  know  ? 
In  age  and  stature  you  increase, 
But  do  you  know  the  God  of*  grace  ? 

Ah!  let  not  sin  consume  the  prime 
Of  youthful,  healthful,  precious  time ! 
Do  not  these  golden  hours  employ 
In  pride,  and  fleeting  carnal  joy. 

As  plants  of  piety  and  grace, 
The  strength  and  glory  of  our  race, 
O  may  you  grow,  and  thrive,  and  shine, 
In  beauties  heavenly  and  divine. 

Dear  Lord  !  bow  down  thy  gracious  ear, 
Regard  each  pious  parent's  prayer ; 
Bless  our  beloved  rising  race, 
And  crown  their  souls  with  saving  grace 


HYMX  55.  CM. 

Happy  is  he  whose  early  years 

Receive  instruction  well ; 
Who  hates  the  sinner's  path,  and  fears 

The  road  that  leads  to  hell. 

Our  youth  devoted  to  the  Lord, 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes, 
A  flower,  when  offer'd  in  the  bud, 

Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 


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'Tis  easier  work,  if  we  begin 

To  serve  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
While  sinners,  who  grow  old  in  sin, 

Are  harden'd  in  their  crimes. 

It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  fears, 

To  mind  religion  young; 
With  joy  it  crowns  succeeding  years. 

And  renders  virtue  strong. 

To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee, 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  ; 
'Twill  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 

That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

We'll  do  thy  work,  we'll  speak  thy  praise, 
Whilst  we  have  life  and  breath  ; 

Thus,  we're  prepar'd  for  longer  days. 
Or  fit  for  earlier  death. 


HYMN  56.     L.  M. 

Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  heavenly  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  pra)rer  and  praise — 

"  There,"  saith  the  Saviour,  "  I  will  be 
Amidst  the  little  company  ; 
To  them  unve;.l  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 


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We've  met  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  ; 
Now  send  thy  spirit  from  above, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


HYMN  57.     C  M. 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine. 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  0/  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 

And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way ; 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


HYMN  58.     C.  M, 

Jesus,  with  all  the  bless'd  above, 

I  beg  to  bear  some  part ; 
To  praise  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 

And  sing  his  bleeding  heart. 


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Eternal  thanks  to  God  on  high, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood ; 

I  was  the  wretch  condemn'd  to  die, 
But  in  the  gap  he  stood. 

That  heavenly  friend  who  rescu'd  me 
From  satan's  grievous  chains, 

To  him  eternal  glory  be, 
While  God  himself  remains. 

Hosanna  to  the  exalted  Lamb, 
Honor  and  thanks  and  praise  : 

My  Lord,  how  precious  is  thy  name, 
How  glorious  is  thy  grace. 

From  earthly  joys  call  off  my  love, 

And  fix  my  heart  aright ; 
Inspire  my  soul  to  sing  above — 

No  more  to  walk  by  sight. 

Vain  world,  I  say,  your  suit  forbear, 
Through  grace  I  you  defy; 

I  rate  my  precious  soul  too  dear 
For  all  your  wealth  to  buy. 

Whisper  no  more  within  mine  ear. 

Nor  tempt  my  soul  anew ; 
I  cannot  buy  your  bliss  so  dear, 

Nor  part  with  Christ  for  you. 


WORSHIP. 


HYMN  59.     L.  M. 

That  name  to  me  sounds  ever  sweet, 
!  Where  grace  and  truth  do  always  meet, 
Where  righteousness  doth  peace  embrace, 
And  opens  wide  a  store  of  grace. 

A  meeting  place  it  is  indeed, 
Where  mercy  meets  a  sinner's  need, 
And  opens  wide  a  gracious  store, 
Sufficient  to  relieve  the  poor. 

Hark  !  don't  you  hear  the  heavenly  call? 
It  soundeth  loud  ;  it  is  to  all ; 
To  high  and  low,  to  bond  and  free, 
That  none  may  say,  'tis  not  for  me. 

"  Ho  !  every  one  that  thirsts,"  he  cries, 
"  Here's  wine  and  milk,  and  large  supplies, 
Come  now  to  me,  and  drink  your  fill, 
'Tis  free  for  whosoever  will." 

"  Come  now,  receive,  I  ask  no  pay, 
But  freely  give  it  all  away, 
I  To  all  that  do  my  word  believe, 
And  freely  now  my  grace  receive." 

HYMN  60.  CM. 

\  Yonder,  amazing  sight !  I  see 

Th'  incranate  son  of  God, 
I  Expiring  on  th5  accursed  tree, 

And  weltering  in  his  blood. 


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Behold  a  purple  torrent  run 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head; 

The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun, 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

The  trembling  earth,  the  darken'd  sky, 

Proclaim  the  truth  aloud  ; 
And,  with  th'  amaz'd  centurion,  cry, 

"This  is  the  Son  of  God!" 

So  great,  so  vast  a  sacrifice, 
May  well  my  hopes  revive  ; 

If  God's  own  Son  thus  bleeds  and  dies. 
The  sinner  sure  may  live. 

O,  that  these  cords  of  love  divine 
Might  draw  me,  Lord  to  thee  ! 

Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine, 
Thine"  it  shall  ever  be. 


HYMN  61.     L.  M. 

'Tis  my  desire  with  God  to  walk, 
And  with  his  children  pray  and  talk  ; 
Tho'  I  should  persecuted  be, 
Jesus  did  suffer  so  for  me. 

'Tis  my  desire  baptiz'd  to  be, 
As  a  command,  O  Lord,  from  thee  ; 
To  be  baptiz'd  like  Christ  my  God, 
Who  was  immersed  in  Jordan's  flood. 


WORSHIP. 


5Ti9  my  desire,  around  thy  board 
To  meet  the  saints,  my  dearest  Lord, 
In  union  with  thy  church  to  be, 
And  oft  commune  with  them  and  thee. 

'Tis  my  desire  with  saints  to  meet, 
And  wash  thy  dear  disciples'  feet; 
To  do  as  Jesus  Christ,  my  Lord, 
Has  bid  me  in.his  holy  word. 

'Tis  my  desire  to  bear  the  cross, 
And  yield  to  all  my  Saviour's  laws ; 
To  follow  wrhere  my  Jesus  leads, 
In  all  his  words,  in  all  his  deeds. 

'Tis  my  desire  to  flee  from  sin, 
And  ever  keep  my  conscience  clean ; 
For  Christ,  to  count  all  things  but  loss. 
And  glory  in  my  Saviour's  cross. 

'Tis  my  desire  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  serve  the  Lord  from  day  to  day, 
To  own  that  Jesus  is  my  King, 
And  yield  to  him  in  every  thing. 

'Tis  my  desire,  above  the  rest, 
Like  John,  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast  j 
To  live  as  I  would  wish  to  die, 
And  then  to  dwell  with  God  on  high. 


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HYMN  62.     C.  M. 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love, 

My  everlasting  all  ! 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

In  vain  the  bright  and  burning  sun, 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

And  whilst  upon  my  restless  bed 

Amongst  the  shades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 

'Tis  morning  with  my  soul. 

To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

And  health  and  safe  abode  ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 

But  they  are  not  my  God. 

How  vain  a  toy  is  glittering  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ; 
Or  what's  my  safety  or  my  health, 

Or  all  my  friends  to  me. 


WORSHIP, 


Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 
And  call'd  the  stars  my  own, 

Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seasr 
And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 

Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  grace, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 


HYMN  63.     S.  M. 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 

For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 

'Tis  paradise  if  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 

The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace, 

And  no  where  else  but  there. 

To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 
The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 

They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 


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Not  all  the  harps  above, 

Could  make  a  heavenly  place, 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  i'ace. 

Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 

Without  thy  presence,  Lord, 

Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll, 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

To  thee  I  daily  fly 

By  prayer,  with  warm  desire, 
And  yet  how  far  from  thee  I  lie, 

Dear  Jesus,  raise  me  higher. 


HYMN  64.     C.  M. 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 

And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 

And  he  my  rising  sun. 


WORSHIP. 


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The  op'ning  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers — I  am  his. 

My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
At  that  transporting  word; 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break-through  every  foe; 

The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bear  me,  conqueror,  through. 


HYMN  65.     C.  M. 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

Did  my  Redeemer  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

[Thy  body  slain,  sweet  Jesus,  thine, 
And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While,  all  expos'd  to  wrath  divine, 
The  glorious  suff'rer  stood!] 

Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 

Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree, 
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Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Chri&t  the  mighty  maker  died, 

For  man,  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  I  might  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


HYMN  66.     L.  M. 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord; 
The  time  to  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

[Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessing3  of  the  day.] 

The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie; 
Their  memory  and  their  sense  are  gone. 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 


WORSHIP. 


[Their  hatred  and  their  love  are  lost, 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  dust; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  done 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun.] 

Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue; 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 

There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave,  to  which  we  haste; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 


HYMN   67.     L.  M. 

O  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day, 
To  take  this  stubborn  stone  away, 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine, 

The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake. 
The  seas  can  roar,  the  mountains  shake; 
Of  feeling  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

To  hear  the  sorrows  the  u  hast  felt, 
Dear  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt; 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mint. 
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Thy  judgments  too,  unmov'd  I  hear, 
Amazing  thought!  which  devils  fear- 
Goodness,  and  wrath,  in  vain  combine. 
To  stir  this  stupid  heart  of  mine. 

But  something,  Lord,  can  do  the  deed, 
And  that  dear  something,  much  I  need — - 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine, 
And  move,  and  melt  this  heart  of  mine, 


HYMN  68.     S.  M. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  heavenly  love  ; 

This  fellowship  in  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  esch  other  flows 

The  sympathizing  tear. 

When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain; 
But  yet  we  still  are  joinM  in  heart* 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 


WORSHIP. 


This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  on  the  way; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 

And  longs  to  see  the  day, 

When  from  our  toil  and  pain, 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free; 
And  in  pure  love  and  friendship  reign 

To  all  eternity. 


HYMN  69.     C.  M. 

Try  us,  0  God,  and  search  the  ground 

Of  every  sinful  heart; 
Whate'er  of  sin  in  us  is  found, 

O  bid  it  all  depart. 

When  to  the  right  or  left  we  stray, 

Leave  us  not  comfortless; 
But  guide  our  feet  into  the  way 

Of  everlasting  peace. 

Help  us  to  help  each  other,  Lord, 
Each  other's  cross  to  bear; 

Let  each  his  friendly  aid  afford, 
And  feel  his  brother's  care. 

Help  us  to  build  each  other  up, 

Our  little  stock  improve, 
Increase  our  faith,  confirm  our  hope* 

And  perfect  us  in  love. 
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Up  into  thee,  our  living  head, 

Let  us  in  all  things  grow ; 
Till  thou  hast  made  us  free  indeed, 

And  spotless  here  below. 

Then,  when  the  mighty  work  is  wrought, 

Receive  thy  ready  bride  ; 
Give  us  in  heaven  a  happy  lot, 

With  all  the  sanctified. 


HYMN  70.     S.  M. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil ; 
O  may  it  all  my  power  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  Jive  ; 
And  O,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A  strict  account  to  give. 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  ; 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die. 


WORSHIP. 


HYMN  71.     C.  M. 

The  soul  that  would  to  Jesus  press, 
Must  fix  this  firm  anil  sure — 

That  tribulation,  more  or  less, 
They  must  and  shall  endure. 

From  this  there  can  be  none  exempt ; 

'Tis  God's  most  wise  decree  ; 
Satan  the  weakest  saint  will  tempt, 

Nor  is  the  strongest  free. 

The  world  opposes  from  without, 

And  unbelief  within  ; 
We  fear,  we  faint,  we  grieve,  we  doubt, 

And  feel  the  load  of  sin. 

Glad  frames  too  often  lift  us  up, 
And  then  how  proud  we  grow! 

Till  sad  desertion  makes  us  droop, 
And  down  we  sink  as  low. 

Ten  thousand  baits  the  foe  prepares, 
To  catch  the  wand 'ring  heart; 

And  seldom  do  we  see  the  snares, 
Before  we  feel  the  smart. 

But  let  not  all  this  terrify; 

Pursue  the  narrow  path  ; 
Look  to  the  Lord  with  steadfast  eye 

And  fight  with  hell  by  faith* 
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Though  we  are  feeble,  Christ  is  strong, 

His  promises  are  true  ; 
We  shall  be  conq'rors  all,  ere  long, 
And  more  than  conq'rors  too. 


HYMN  72.     C.  M. 

Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard, 

Tis  mercy  speaks  to-day, 
He  calls  you  by  the  gospel  Word, 

From  sin's  destructive  way. 

Why  will  you,  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  lolly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 

To  reap  eternal  woe. 

But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  that  seek  his  face. 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin  ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  gracious  Lord, 

And  learn  his  will  divine. 

His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts  ; 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  num'rous  faults. 

Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


WORSHIP. 


HYMN  73.     C.  M. 

Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind, 

Display  Ihy  saving  power  ; 
Thy  mercy  let  these  outcasts  find, 

And  know  their  gracious  hour. 

Ah  !  give  them,  Lord,  a  longer  space, 

Nor  suddenly  consume  ; 
But  let  them  take  the  proffer'd  grace, 

And  flee  the  wrath  to  come. 

O  wouldst  thou  cast  a  pitying  look, 

All  goodness  as  thou  art, 
Like  that  which  faithless  Peter's  broke, 

On  each  obdurate  heart! 

Who  thee  beneath  their  feet  have  trod, 

And  crucified  afresh, 
Touch  with  thine  all  victorious  blood, 

x\nd  turn  the  stone  to  flesh. 

Open  their  eyes  thy  cross  to  see, 

Their  ears  to  hear  thy  cries  : 
Sinner,  thy  Saviour  weeps  for  thee, 

For  thee  he  weeps  and  dies. 

All  the  day  long  he  meekly  stands, 

His  rebels  to  receive, 
And  shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his 

And  bids  you  turn  and  live,  [hands, 
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HYMN  74.     S.  M. 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

How  charming  is  their  voice, 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are  : 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here  ! 

How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound  ! 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light; 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad; 

Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ! 


WORSHIP. 


HYMN  15.     C.  M. 

Salvation,  Oh  !  the  joyful  sound! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 
A  healing  balm  for  every  wound, 

A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; 
But, we  arise  by  grace  divine, 

To  see  a  heavenly  day. 
Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


HYMN  76.    S.  M. 

Hungry,  and  faint,  and  poor, 

Behold  us,  Lord,  again, 
Assembled  at  thy  mercy's  door, 

Thy  bounty  to  obtain. 
Thy  word  invites  us  nigh, 

Or  we  must  starve  indeed; 
For  we  no  money  have  to  buy, 

No  righteousness  to  plead. 
The  food  our  spirits  want, 

Thy  hand  alone  can  give; 
O  hear  the  prayer  of  faith,  and  grant, 

That  we  may  eat  and  liva. 


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HYMN   77.  CM. 
Plung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair, 

We,  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 

Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 
With  pitying  eyes,  the  Prince  of  Grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw — and  (0  amazing  love!)  • 

He  ran  to  our  relief. 
Down  from  the  shining  seats  above. 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Enter'd  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh, 

And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
O!  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lasting  silence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongue9 

The  Saviour's  praises  speak. 
Angels,  assist  our  mighty  joys, 

Strike  all  your  harps  of  gold  ; 
But  when  you  raise  your  highest  notes, 

His  love  can  ne'er  be  told. 


HYMN  78.  CM. 

Why  should  this  earth  delight  us  so? 

Why  should  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  these  low  grounds,  where  sorrows  gro' 

And  ev'ry  pleasure  dies? 


WORSHIP. 


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While  time  his  sharpest  teeth  prepares. 

Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  stars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

Nature  shall  be  dissolv'd,  and  die, 
The  sun  must  end  his  race  ; 

The  earth  and  sea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

When  will  that  glorious  morning  rise, 
When  the  last  trumpet's  sound 

Shall  call  the  nations  to  the  skies, 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 


HYMN"  79.     C.  M. 

When-  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Thy  providence  my  life  sustain'd, 
And  all  my  wants  redress'd, 

When  in  the  silent  womb  I  lay, 
Or  hung  upon  the  breast. 

To  all  my  weak  complaints  and  cries 

Thy  mercy  lent  an  ear, 
Ere  yet  my  feeble  thoughts  had  learn'd 

To  form  themselves  in  prayer. 


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Unnumber'd  comforts  on  my  souJ 

Thy  tender  care  bestow'd, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceiv'd 

From  whom  those  comforts  flow'd»  ■ 

While  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  convey'd  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 

Through  hidden  dangers,  toils,  and  deaths 

It  gently  clear'd  my  way  ; 
P  -eserv'd  my  life,  maintain'd  my  breath. 

To  see  this  glorious  day! 

N>w,  Lord,  to  thee  I  offer  up 

This  sacrifice  of  praise, 
And  in  thy  service  mean  to  spend 

The  remnant  of  my  days. 


HYMN   80.     C.  M. 

B -est  with  the  joys  of  innocence. 

Adam,  our  father,  stood, 
Till  he  debas'd  his  soul  to  sense, 

And  ate  th'  unlawful  food. 

Ndw  we  are  born  a  sensual  race,. 

To  sinful  joys  inclin'd  ; 
R  iason  has  lost  its  native  place,. 

And  flesh  enslaves  the  mind. 


WORSHIP. 


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Wliile  flesh,  and  sense,  and  passion  reign, 

Sin  is  the  sweetest  good ; 
We  fancy  music  in  our  chains, 
And  so  forget  the  load. 

Great  God  !  renew  onr  ruin'd  frame, 

Our  broken,  powers  restore  ; 
Inspire  us  with  a  heavenly  flame. 

And  flesh  shall  reign  no  more  ! 

Eternal  Spirit,  write  thy  law 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  second  Adam  draw 

His  image  on  our  hearts. 


HYMN  81.     6.  M- 

Destruction's  dangerous  road 

What  multitudes  pursue  ! 
While  that  which  leads  the  soul  to  God, 

Is  known  or  sought  by  few. 

Believers  enter  in 

By  Christ  the  living  gate, 
But  those  who  will  not  leave  their  sin, 

Complain  it  is  too  strait. 

If  self  must  be  denied. 

And  sin  forsaken  quite, 
They  rather  choose  the  way  that's  wide, 

ADd  strive  to  think  it  right 


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Encompass'd  by  a  throng, 
On  numbers  they  depend; 

So  many,  surely,  can't  be  wrong. 
And  miss  a  happy  end. 

But  numbers  are  no  mark 

That  men  will  right  be  found; 

A  few  were  sav'd  in  Noah's  ark. 
For  many  millions  drown'd. 

Obey  the  gospel  call, 

And  enter  while  you  may  ; 

The  flock  of  Christ  is  always  small, 
And  none  are  safe  but  they. 

Lord,  open  sinners'  eyes, 

Their  awful  state  to  see  ; 
And  cause  them,  ere  the  storm  arise, 

To  thee  for  safety  flee. 


HYMN  82.     C.  M. 

Jesus,  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 

To  thee,  for  help  we  fly; 
Thy  little  flock  in  safety  keep, 

Whene'er  the  wolf  is  nigh. 

He  comes,  of  hellish  malice  full, 

To  scatter,  tear  and  slay; 
And  seizes  every  straggling  soul 

As  his  own  lawful  prey. 


WORSHIP. 


Us,  into  thy  protection  take, 
And  gather  with  thine  arm  ; 

Unless  the  fold  we  first  forsake, 
The  wolf  can  do  no  harm. 

We  laugh  to  scorn  his  rav'ning  pow'r, 

While  by  our  Shepherd's  side; 
The  sheep  he  never  can  devour, 
'Unless  he  first  divide. 

O,  do  not  suffer  him  to  part 
The  souls  that  here  agree  ; 

But  make  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
And  keep  us  near  to  thee. 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live, 

Together  let  us  die ; 
And  each  a  starry  crown  receive, 

And  reign  above  the  sky. 


HYMN  83.     C.  M. 

Down  headlong  from  the  native  skies, 

The  rebel-angels  fell, 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 

Pursu'd  them  down  to  hell. 

Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  bliss, 
Rebellious  man  was  hurl*d  ; 

And  Jesus  stoop 'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  sinking  world. 


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Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Immeasurable  grace  ! 
Must  heaven's  eternal  darling  die, 

To  save  our  sinful  race  ? 

Must  angels  sink  forever  down, 
And  burn  in  quenchless  fire, 

While  God  forsakes  his  shining  throne, 
To  raise  us  wretches  higher? 

Oh,  for  this  love,  let  earth  and  skies 

With  hallelujahs  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 

Loud  hallelujahs  sing. 


HYMN  84.     C.  M. 

Did  Christ,  the  holy  and  the  just, 
The  Lord  of  earth  and  skies, 

Stoop  down  to  men  who  dwell  in  dust, 
That  dying  souls  might  rise  ? 

The  glorious  Lord  did  leave  his  throne, 

His  radiant  seat  on  high, 
Amazing  mercy,  love  unknown, 

To  suffer,  bleed  and  die. 

Just  as  the  flaming  sword  awoke, 

To  smite  the  rebel  race, 
Christ  stood  between,  and  took  the  stro! 

And  suffer d  in  their  place. 


WORSHIP. 


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What  wonders  of  redemption  dwell 

In  the  atoning  blood  ; 
Like  brands  we're  pluck'd  from  death  and 

And  reconcil'd  to  God.  [hell, 

While  we  our  humble  homage  pay 

Ten  thousand  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 

The  Saviour  died  for  ine. 

Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  my  King, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 

I'd  join  the  harmony. 


HYNN  85.  C.  M. 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne. 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh. 

The  nations  near  the  rising  sun, 
And  near  the  western  sky. 

No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  say, 
"Judgment  will  ne'er  begin," 

No  more  abuse  his  long  delay, 
To  impudence  and  sin. 

Thron'd  on  a  cloud,  our  God  shall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way; 

Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storm, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 


84 


PUBLIC 


Heaven  from  above  his  call  shall  hear. 

Attending  angels  corne, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear, 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 

"  But  gather  first  4  my  saints,'  he  cries, 
''Whose  peace  was  made  with  God, 

"  By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
"  Who  seal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

"'Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confess 

"My  sentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heaven  adore  the  grace." 


HYMN  86.  S.  M. 

Behold!  with  awful  pomp, 
The  Judge  prepares  to  come, 

Th'  archangel  sounds  the  dreadful  trump  ; 
And  wakes  the  gen'ral  doom. 

Nature,  in  wild  amaze, 

Her  dissolution  mourns, 
Blushes  of  blood  the  moon  deface  ; 

The  sun  to  darkness  turns. 

The  living  look  with  dread; 

The  frighted  dead  arise  : 
Start  from  the  monumental  bed. 

And  lift  their  ghastly  eyeg.. 


WORSHIP. 


Horror  all  hearts  appal, 

They  quake  ;  they  shriek  ;  they  cry  ; 
Bid  rocks  and  mountains  on  them  fall; 

But  rocks  and  mountains  fly. 

Ye  willful,  wanton  fools, 
Let  dangers  make  you  wise  ; 

Carnal  professors,  careless  souls. 
Unclose  your  sleeping  eyes. 

'Tis  time  we  all  awake  ; 

The  dreadful  day  draws  near; 
Sinners,  your  proud  presumption  check. 

And  stop  your  wild  career. 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time, 

To  Christ  for  mercy  fly  ; 
0  turn,  repent,  and  trust  in  him ; 

And  you  shall  never  die. 

Great  God,  in  whom  we  live, 

Prepare  us  for  that  day, 
Help  us  in  Jesus  to  believe, 

To  watch,  and  wait,  and  pray. 


HYMN  87.     C.  M. 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought, 

And  answer  in  that  day, 
For  every  vain  and  idle  thought, 

And  every  word  I  say  ? 


86 


PUBLIC? 


Yes,  every  secret  of  my  heart 
Shall  shortly  be  made  known. 

And  I  receive  my  just  desert 
For  all  that  I  have  done. 

How  careful  then  ought  I  to  live  ! 

With  what  religious  fear, 
Who  such  a  strict  account  must  give 

For  my  behavior  here  ! 

Thou  awful  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
The  watchful  power  bestow; 

So  shall  I  to  my  ways  take  heed, 
To  all  I  speak  or  do. 

If  now  thou  standest  at  the  door, 

0  let  me  feel  thee  near ! 

And  make  my  peace  with  God,  before 

1  at  thy  bar  appear. 


HYMN    88.     C.  M. 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 

•When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  ruler  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice* 

Pxoaouncu  the  sound  "departs" 


WORSHIP. 


The  thunder  of  that  awful  word, 

Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'T would  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 

With  most  tormenting  fear. 
What !  to  be  banish'd  from  my  Lord, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ! 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

And  death  forever  fly  ! 
0  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 

I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

HYMN  89.     S.  Mi 

Oxce  more,  before  we  part, 
We'll  bless  the  Saviour's  name; 

Record  his  mercies,  every  heart, 
Sing  every  tongue  the  same. 

Hoard  up  the  sacred  word, 
And  feed  thereon  and  grow, 

Go  on  to  seek,  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  you  know. 

HYMN  90.     L.  M. 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing.  Lord, 
Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word ; 
All  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live. 


88 


PUBLIC 


Though  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good, 
Wash  all  our  souls  in  Jesus'  blood  ; 
From  sin,  and  guilt,  and  wo  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

HYMN  91.     L.  M. 
The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 

And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 

Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts. 
And  may  the  Holy  Three  in  One, 

The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 

On  ev'ry  soul  assembled  here. 

HYMN  92.     C.  M. 

Now  pilgrims,  let  us  go  in  peace, 

While  through  this  world  we  rove, 
'Till  all  these  parting  moments  cease, 

And  we  shall  meet  above. 
Though  trials  here  our  souls  annoy, 

And  foes  beset  the  road, 
We're  hast'ning  to  eternal  joy, 

Where  we  shall  rest  with  God. 

Let  us  rejoice  in  God  our  King, 
While  pilgrims  here  we  rove, 

And  join  with  heart  and  voice  to  sing 
Tha  wonders  of  his  love. 


WORSHIP. 


89 


Soon  we  shall  reach  the  heavenly  land, 
And  tread  the  peaceful  shore, 

Where  we  shall  join  the  glorious  band, 
Our  Jesus  to  adore. 

Oh,  the  transporting  scenes  of  bliss, 
Our  souls  shall  then  enjoy  ! 

For  if  we  be  where  Jesus  is, 
There's  nothing  can  annoy. 


HYMN  93.     L.  M. 

Pilgrims,  with  pleasure  let  us  part, 
Since  we  are  all  bound  up  in  heart, 
No  length  of  days,  nor  distant  space, 
Shall  ever  break  these  bands  of  grace. 

Parting,  with  joy  we'll  join  to  sing 
The  wonders  of  our  heavenly  King; 
Our  bodies,  distant  may  remove, 
But  nothing  shall  divide  our  love. 

In  vain  may  earth  and  hell  combine, 
To  quench  that  love  which  is  divine ; 
It  will  not  cease  with  dying  breath, 
Nor  cool,  when  we  are  cold"  in  death. 

And  now,  in  love  with  Jesus'  name, 
Let  bodies  part  to  spread  his  fame, 
That  other  souls  may  leave  their  woe, 
And  share  with  us  in  glory  too. 


90 


PUBLIC 


A  few  more  clays,  or  months,  or  years, 
Shall  bring  a  period  to  our  tears  ; 
And  we  shall  reach  the  blissful  shore, 
Where  parting  hours  are  known  no  more. 

There  shall  our  souls  adore  the  hand 
That  led  us  through  this  desert  land  ; 
Lose  all  our  griefs,  forget  our  pains, 
And  join  in  everlasting  strains. 


HYMN  94.  CM. 

What  poor  despised  company 

Of  travelers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  the  rugged  maze  ? 

Ah,  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 

Why  then  do  they  appear  so  mean, 

And  why  so  much  despis'd  ? 
Because  of  their  rich  robes,  unseen, 

The  world  is  not  apprised. 

But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distress'd, 

And  Kicking  daily  bread — 
Ah,  they're  of  boundless  wealth  possess'd* 

With  hidden  manna  fed. 


WORSHIP. 


91 


But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 
That  rugged,  thorny  maze  ? 

Why  that's^the  way  their  Leader  trod, 
They  love  and  keep  his  ways. 

Why  do  they  shun  the  pleasing  path, 
That  worldlings  love  so  well? 

Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

What  ?  is  there  then  no  other  road, 
To  Salem's  happy  ground? — 

Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God, 
No  other  can  be  found. 


HYMN  95.    8s  &  6s. 

Bold  soldiers  all,  on  you  I  call, 

Although  you  are  but  few, 
When  you've  done  all,  stand  fast,  and  keep 

The  glorious  prize  in  view  ! 
The  time  draws  nigh,  when  you  and  I 

Must  cross  bold  Jjrdan's  flood; 
On  wings  of  love  we'll  soar  above, 

And  scale  the  mount  of  God. 

The  city  hath  foundations  twelve, 

And  golden  gates  the  same, 
All  paved  and  set  with  diamonds  bright 

On  each  engraved  a  name. 


02 


PUBLIO 


All  round  this  glorious  city,  shine 
The  walls  of  dazzling  gold  ; 

No  mortal  eye  can  reach  so  high, 
Those  glories  to  "behold. 

I  long  to  see  that  heavenly  place, 

And  to  return  no  more  ; 
I  long  to  sing  redeeming  grace 

On  Canaan's  blissful  shore  ! 
I  long  to  see  my  blessed  God, 

Who  saved  my  soul  from  hell, 
I  long  to  see  my  brethren  there, 

Whom  I  do  love  so  well.  * 

Bright  shining  armies  there  to  join, 

Adoring  round  the  throne, 
And  everlasting  praises  sing, 

To  the  great  Three  in  One. 
There  parents  and  their  children  too, 

May  join  the  heavenly  throng — 
I  hope  to  meet  my  brethren  there, 

And  then  renew  my  song. 

My  soul  is  rising  while  I  sing, 

Towards  the  blissful  goal, 
I  feel  the  love  of  Christ  my  King, 

Now  running  through  my  soul. 
My  soul  is  struggling  to  be  gone, 

To  those  bright  worlds  above ; 
To  shout  and  sing  redeeming  grace, 

In  strains  of  perfect  love. 


WORSHIP. 


03 


HYMN  96.     C.  Mi 

0  who  will  rise  and  go  with  me  ? 
I'm  bound  fair  Canaan's  land  to  see : 
I'll  join  with  those  who're  gone  before, 
To  realms  where  sorrows  are  no  more. 

A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most, 
"Will  land  my  soul  on  Canaan's  coast ; 
There,  on  the  mount  of  sweet  repose, 
I'll  bid  adieu  to  all  my  woes. 

O  may  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
And  never  end  the  blessed  song; 
O  may  I  always  persevere, 
And  never  stop  till  I  get  there. 

O  what  a  happy  time  'twill  be, 
When  I  my  friends  in  heaven  shall  see, 
When  we  shall  reach  that  happy  shore; 
There  we  may  tell  our  sufferings  o'er 

0  what  a  happy  company  ! 
May  I  be  there  that  sight  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 

1  little  thought  he  was  so  nigh  ;  . 
His  presence  makes  me  leap  with  joy, 
He  said,  "  I'm  come  for  thee  my  love, 
I  have  a  place  for  thee  above." 


94 


PUBLIC 


Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand, 

To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land  : 
My  hand  again  I  give  to  thee, 
Hoping  thy  face  in  heaven  to  see. 


HYMN  97.     C.  M. 

Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
And  taste  thy  heav'nly  grace, 

Thy  smiles  are  so  divinely  sweet 
We're  loth  to  leave  the  place. 

Yet,  Father  since  it  is  thy  will 

That  we  must  part  again, 
O  let  thy  precious  presence  still 

With  ev'ry  one  remain. 

Thus  let  us  all  in  Christ  be  one, 
Bound  with  the  chords  of  love, 

Till  we  around  thy  glorious  throne. 
Shall  joyous  meet  above. 

Where  sin  and  sorrow  from  each  heart, 

Shall  then  forever  fly, 
And  not  one  thought  that  we  shall  part, 

Once  intercept  our  joy. 

Where,  fiee  from  all  distracting  pains, 

Our  spirits  ne'er  shall  tire; 
But  in  seraphic,  heav'nly  strains, 

Redeeming  love  admire. 


WORSHIP. 


95 


And  thus,  through  all  eternity, 

Upon  the  heav'nly  shore, 
The  great,  mysterious  One  in  Three, 

Jehovah,  we'll  adore. 


MYMN  98.     C.  M. 

Through  thee,  we  now  together  came 

In  singleness  of  heart; 
We  met,  O  Jesus,  in  thy  name, 

And  in  thy  name  we  part. 

We  part  in  body,  not  in  mind  ; 

Our  minds  continue  one  ; 
And  each  to  each  in  Jesus  join'd, 

We  hand  in  hand  go  on. 

Subsist  as  in  us  all,  one  soul : 
No  power  can  make  us  twain  ; 

Though  mountains  rise,  and  oceans  roll,.  • 
They  sever  us  in  vain. 

Present  we  still  in  spirit  are, 

And  intimately  nigh  ; 
While  on  the  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 

We  to  each  other  fly. 

Our  life  is  hid  in  Christ  with  God ; 

Our  life  shall  soon  appear  ; 
And  spread  his  glory  all  abroad 

In  all  his  members  here.  . 


96 


BAPTISM. 


Our  bodies  then  like  his  shall  shine; 

Immortal  we  shall  rise  ; 
And  in  his  image,  all  divine, 

As  one,  we'll  take  the  prize. 


Baptism. 

HYMN   99.     C.  M. 

Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pard'ning  blood 

Redeem'd  a  wretch  so  vile  ! 
Then  kindly  bid  each  cloud  remove, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  smile. 

Hast  thou  the  cross  for  rne  endur'd, 

And  all  its  shame  despis'd? 
And  shall  I  be  asham'd,  O  Lord, 

With  thee  to  be  baptiz'd? 

Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed, 

That's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 

Dear  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 

In  thy  delightful  ways. 


BAPTISM  - 


97 


HYMN  100.     S.  M. 

In  such  a  grave  as  this, 

The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
When  he  our  souls  to  seek  and  save, 

Learn'd  humbly  to  obey. 

See  how  the  spotless  Lamb 

Descends  into  the  stream, 
And  teaches  us  to  imitate 

What  hirn  so  well  became. 

Let  sinners  wash  away 

Their  sins  of  crimson  die  ; 
Buried  with  him,  their  vilest  sins 

Shall  in  oblivion  lie. 

Rise,  and  ascend  with  him, 

A  heavenly  life  to  lead, 
Who  came  to  ransom  guilty  men, 

And  raise  them  from  the  dead. 

Lord,  see  the  sinner's  tears  ! 

Hear  his  repenting  cry! 
Speak,  and  his  contrite  heart  shall  live, 

Speak,  and  sins  shall  die. 

Send  down  the  heavenly  Dove 

Which  lit  upon  the  Lamb, 
In  witness  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  all  our  souls  inflame. 


98 


BAPTISM. 


HYMN  101.  CM. 

Jn  pleasure  sweet  here  we  do  meet 

Down  by  the  water  side  ; 
And  here  we  stand,  by  Christ's  command, 

To  wait  upon  his  bride. 
Here  we  do  bid  the  world  "  farewell," 

To  practice  his  command, 
3t  is  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 

The  way  to  Canaan's  land. 
Now  we  will  sing  to  Christ  our  King ; 

Our  souls  shall  give  him  thanks, 
Who  came  to  Jordan  unto  John, 

And  went  down  Jordan's  banks. 
Come  sinners,  all,  obey  the  call, 

"  Repent  and  be  baptiz'd;" 
Forsake  your  sins,  and  follow  him, 

Till  you  in  glory  rise. 

We've  found  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 

The  way  of  holiness  ; 
We'll  follow  him,  where  he  has  been* 

For  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

HYMN  102.     C.  M. 

Gaze  on,  spectators,  and  behold 

This  blest  command  of  God ; 
And  wonder  how  you  can  forbear 

To  tread  this  patli  of  love. 


BAPTISM. 


"Come,  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay;' 

An  angel  said  of  old ; 
We  say  the  same,  his  grave  you  may, 

In  water,  here  behold. 

Buried  in  Jordan  was  our  Lord, 

As  well  as  in  the  tomb, 
And,  in  obedience  to  his  word, 

We  imitate  the  Lamb. 

This  ordinance  is  plainly  given, 

'Tis  left  upon  record ; 
Though  not  to  save,  or  take  to  heaven, 

But  show  we  love  the  Lord. 


HYMN  103.     C.  M. 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways, 

My  journey  I'll  pursue ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  ye  much  lov'd  saints, 

For  I  must  go  with  you. 

In  vain  the  world  and  satan,  try 

My  journey  to  delay; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  to  both  I  cry, 

"  For  God  hath  crown'd  my  way." 

Since  Christ,  my  dear  exalted  Lord, 

My  soul  to  him  hath  wed, 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  nor  friends  nor  foes, 

I'll  follow  him,  my  Head. 
d2 


100 


BAPTISM. 


Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes  ; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

Through  duty,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
"Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 

To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

And  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  come  welcome  death, 

I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 


HYMN  104.     C.  M. 

How  great,  how  solemn  is  the  work 
Which  we  attend  to-day ! 

Now  for  a  holy,  solemn  frame, 
O  God,  to  thee  we  pray. 

O  may  we  feel,  as  once  we  felt, 
When  pain'd  and  griev'd  at  heart. 

Thy  kind,  forgiving,  melting  look, 
Keliev'd  our  every  smart. 

Let  graces  then  in  exercise, 

Be  exercis'd  again ; 
And  nurtur'd  by  celestial  power, 

In  exercise  remain. 


BAPTISM. 


101 


Awake  our  love,  our  fear,  our  hope  ! 

Wake,  fortitude  and  joy  ; 
Vain  world,  be  gone  !  let  things  above 

Our  happy  thoughts  employ. 

Whilst  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  God, 

To  all  around  we  own ; 
Drive  each  rebellious,  rival  lust, 

Each  traitor,  from  the  throne. 

Instruct  our  minds,  our  wills  subdue, 
To  heaven  our  passions  raise, 

That  hence  our  lives,  our  all,  may  be 
Devoted  to  thy  praise. 


HYMN  105.     S.  M. 

Down  to  the  water  side 

Behold  thy  children  Lord  ;- 
With  freedom  come  to  follow  thee, 
•  And  make  thy  word  their  guide. 

The  glorious  Son  of  God, 

To  John  the  Baptist  came, 
Went  meekly  down  bold  Jordan's  banks, 

And  was  baptiz'd  by  him. 

This  by  the  Saviour  done, 

Fulfill'd  all  righteousness, 
And  God  the  Father  own'd  his  Son, 

In  whom  he  is  well  pleas'd, 
d3 


102 


BAPTISM. 


Let  each  believer  view 

This  blest  example  given, 
And  prove  their  love  to  his  commands, 

And  follow  him  to  heaven. 

HYMN  106.     L.  M. 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord ; 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  sin. 
Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death, 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 
No  more  let  sin  and  satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again, 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN  107.     C.  M. 

Attend,  ye  children  of  your  God; 

Ye  heirs  of  glory  hear ; 
For  accents  so  divine  as  these, 

Might  charm  the  dullest  ear. 
Baptiz'd  into  your  Saviour's  death, 

Your  souls  in  sin  must  die; 
With  Christ  your  Lord,  ye  live  anew ; 

With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 


BAPTISM. 


103 


There,  by  his  Father's  side,  he  sits, 

Enthron'd  divinely  fair; 
Yet  owns  himself  your  brother  still, 

And  your  forerunner  there. 

Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love ; 
Above  your  choicest  treasure  lies, 

And  be  your  hearts  above. 
But  earth  and  sin  will  drag  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly  ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong  attractive  power 

To  raise  and  fix  us  high. 

HYMN  108.  CM. 

Eternal  God,  now  smile  on  those, 

Who,  hoping  in  thy  word, 
This  day  have  publicly  declar'd 

That  Jesus  is  their  Lord; 

With  cheerful  feet  may  they  advance 
And  run  the  Christian  race  ! 

And  through  the  troubles  of  the  way, 
Find  all-suflicient  grace. 

HYMN  109.     L.  M. 

What  lovely  band  is  this  I  see, 
All  singing  in  sweet  harmony; 
Uniting  round  the  wrater  side, 
And  praising  Jesus  crucified  ? 
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104 


BAPTISM. 


These  are  the  followers  of  the  Lamb; 
Here  they  are  come  to  own  his  name  ; 
Their  humble  strains  ascend  the  skies; 
In  faith  they're  come  to  be  baptiz'd. 

This  brings  to  view  the  ancient  days. 
When  first  the  gospel  church  was  raised ; 
No  other  mode  was  then  devis'd — 
Believing  souls  were  thus  baptiz'd. 

Baptiz'd  into  the  Saviour's  death  ; 
Arising,  liv'd  the  life  of  faith  ; 
Giving  to  Christ,  the  Lord,  the  praise, 
By  walking  in  his  humble  ways. 

HYMN  110.  Ts. 

For  Baptism,  when  administered  in  the  Winter. 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  harm ; 
If  your  Lord  by  you  is  prized, 
Now  arise  and  be  baptized. 

Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you  ; 
Bore  the  curse  to  mortals  due  ; 
Children,  prove  your  love  to  him ; 
Never  fear  the  frozen  stream. 

Never  shun  the  Saviour's  cross  ; 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross ; 
If  the  Saviour's  love  you  feel, 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 


TIIE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  soul ; 
Water  purifies  the  foul ; 
Fire  and  water  thus  agree  ; 
Winter  soldiers,  never  flee. 

Let  your  worship  be  sincere, 
Ev'ry  season  of  the  year; 
If  the  storm  prevent  your  roam, 
Serve  your  gracious  God  at  home. 

Read  his  sacred  word  by  day; 
Ever  watching,  always  pray  ; 
Meditate  his  truth  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  sweet  delight. 

When  the  storm  of  life  is  o'er, 
Then  you'll  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
There  with  pleasure  you. will  see 
God,  in  spotless  purity. 


Sljc  Cork's  Supper. 

HYMN  111.  CM. 

The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief,  ' 
Thy  suit" rings  and  thy  death  ; 

We  come  dear  Saviour  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  faith. 
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106        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 
Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 

The  pledges  thou  wast  pleas'd  to  leave 
Our  slothful  minds  to  move. 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive ; 
But  w7ould  receive  with  love. 

Here  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 
We  take  the  bread  and  wine  ; 

The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 

Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 

Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good ; 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 

And  share  thy  llesh  and  blood. 


HYMN  112.  CM. 

That  doleful  night  before  his  death, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain, 

Did,  almost  with  his  latest  breath, 
This  solemn  feast  ordain. 

Eat,  O  my  friends,  the  Saviour  cries, 
The  feast  was  made  for  you ; 

For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too. 


the  lord's  supper.  107 


With  humble  faith  and  thankful  hearts, 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love ; 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had. 

What  will  it  be  above  ! 

Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heav'n, 
Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

O  tune  our  tongues,  and  set  in  frame 
Each  heart  that  pants  for  thee, 

To  sing  hosanna  to  the  Lamb, 
The  Lamb  that  died  for  me. 


HYMN  113.     L.  M. 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  and  doleful  night, 
When  pow'rs  of  earth  and  hell  arose 

Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betray 'd  him  to  his  foes. 

Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  bless'd  and  brake; 

What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wond'rous  words  of  grace  he  spake ! 

"  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin ; 

"Receive  and  eat  the  living  food;" 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  bless'd  the  wine ; 

"  'Tis  the  new  cov'nant  in  my  blood." 
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108        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


[For  us  his  flesh  with  nails  was  torn, 
He  bore  the  scourge  and  felt  the  thorn ; 
And  justice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  stead. 

For  us  his  vital  blood  was  spilt, 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guilt; 
When  for  black  crimes  of  biggest  size, 
He  gave  his  soul  a  sacrifice.] 

"Do  this,"  he  cried,  till  time  shall  end, 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  ascended  Lord. 


HYMN  114.     S.  M. 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  around  his  board  ; 

Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

For  food  he  gives  his  flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favor!  matchless  grace 

Of  our  descending  God  ! 

This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  109 


Our  heavenly  father  calls 
Christ  and  his  members  one  ! 

We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he,  the  first-born  son. 

We  are  butsev'ral  parts 
Of  the  same  broken  bread, 

The  body  with  its  several  limbs, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 

Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glorious  name  to  raise ; 

Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 


HYMN  115.     L.  M. 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast; 

Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  the  board, 
And  thine  own  flesh  feeds  every  guest. 

Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  one  that  died; 

We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above, 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 
And  fling  their  scandals  on  the  cause; 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
And  make  our  triumph  in  his  cross. 


110       THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


With  joy,  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  the  tomb ; 

He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

HYMN  116.     C.  M. 

Sitting  around  our  father's  board, 

We  raise  our  tuneful  breath 
Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 

And  dooms  our  sins  to  death. 
We  see  the  blood  of  Jesus  shed, 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rise  ; 
The  sinner  views  the  atonement  made, 

And  loves  the  sacrifice. 
Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  shameful  cross, 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  ; 
Our  highest  gain  springs  from  thy  loss  ; 

Our  healing,  from  thy  wounds. 

Oh !  tis  impossible  that  we, 

Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay, 
Should  equal  sufferings  bear  for  thee, 

Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

HYMN  11T.     L.  M. 

"This  do  in  memory  of  your  friend  !"' 
Was  the  Redeemer's  last  request, 

Who  all  the  pangs  of  death  endur'd^ 
That  we  might  live  forever  blest,4 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER.  Ill 


Thus,  we'll  record  thy  matchless  grace, 
Thou  dearest,  tenderest,  best  of  friends! 

Thy  dying  love,  the  noblest  praise 
Of  vast  eternity  transcends. 

'Tis  pleasure,  more  than  earth  can  give, 
Thy  goodness  through  these  veils  to  see! 

Thy  table,  food  celestial  yields, 

And  happy  they  who  sit  with  thee. 

But  oh  !  what  vast  transporting  joys. 

Shall  all  our  breasts  and  tongues  inspire, 

When  join'd  with  the  celestial  train 
Thy  love  and  goodness  to  admire! 

When  these  vile  bodies  all  refinM, 
Shall  rise  in  likeness  to  thine  own; 

Then  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join, 
And  bow  around  thy  sapphire  throne. 


EYMX  118.     C.  M. 

The  memory  of  our  dying  Lord 
Awakes  a  thankful  tongue  ; 

How  rich  he  spread  his  royal  board, 
And  blest  the  food  and  sung. 

Happy  the  men  that  eat  this  bread, 

But  doubly  blest  was  he 
That  gently  bow'd  his  loving  head, 

And  lean'd  it.  Lord,  on  thee. 


112        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


By  faith  the  same  delights  we  taste, 
As  that  great  favorite  did, 

And  sit  and  lean  on  Jesus'  breast, 
And  take  the  heavenly  bread. 

Down  from  the  palace  of  the  skies 
Hither  the  King  descends, 
'Come,  my  beloved,  eat,"  he  cries, 
"And  drink  salvation,  friends." 

Hosanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 

For  such  a  taste  below  ! 
And  yet  he  feeds  his  saints  above 

With  nobler  blessings  too. 


HYMN  119.  CM. 

How  are  thy  glories  here  display'd, 
Great  God,  how  bright  the}'  shine, 

While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread, 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine. 

Here  thy  revenging  justice  stands, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  cause ; 

Here,  saving  mercy  spreads  her  hands, 
Like  Jesus  on  the  cross. 

Thy  saints  attend  with  every  grace, 

On  this  great  sacrifice  ; 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  face* 

And  faith  with  fixed  eyes. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


113 


Our  hope  in  waiting  posture  sits, 
To  heaven  directs  ner  sight; 

Here  every  warmer  passion  meets, 
And  warmer  powers  unite. 

Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 

And  rising  sin  destroy; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 

Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  sight, 

Let  sin  forever  die  ; 
Then  shall  our  souls  be  all  delight, 

And  every  tear  be  dry. 


HYMN  120.     C.  M. 

Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 

To  worship  and  adore  ; 
Present  our  Saviour  crucified, 

And  tell  his  sulferings  o'er. 

By  faith  we  view  thee  crucified, 
While  we  partake  this  bread  ; 

And  look  upon  thy  wounded  side, 
Thy  feet,  thy  hands,  and  head. 

"We  view  thy  streaming  blood,  dear  Lord, 
While  we  partake  this  wine  ; 

Can  all  in  heaven,  or  earth  afford, 
Such  dying  love  as  thine  ? 


114        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

We  feast  around  thy  board  on  earth, 

And  hope  to  feast  above  ; 
May  Jesus  feed  our  hungry  souls, 

And  still  increase  our  love. 

HYMN  121.     S.  M. 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey, 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word  ; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 

We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 
The  way  thou  hast  enjoin'd, 

Thou  wilt  therein  appear  ; 
We  come  with  confidence  to  find 

Thy  special  presence  here. 
Whate'er  the  Almighty  can 

To  pardorrd  sinners  give, 
The  fullness  of  our  God  made  man, 

We  here  with  Christ  receive. 

HYMN  122.     C.  M. 
Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 

For  ev'ry  humble  guest. 
See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come  ; 
0  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms ! 

For  yet  there  still  is  room. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


0  come,  and  with  his  children  taste 
The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 

While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above  ! 

There,  with  united  heart  and  voice, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice 

In  ecstasies  unknown 

And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more. 

Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  happy  souls  the  grace  adore  ; 

Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 


HYMN  123.     L.  M. 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

•  On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died. 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ  my  God: 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down! 

Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet? 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


116        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 
Spread  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 

Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small : 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


HYMN  124.     S.  M. 

Lord  hast  thou  suffer'd  me 

To  set  around  thy  board, 
And  in  these  emblems  here  to  view 

The  sufferings  of  my  Lord. 

My  soul,  the  broken  bread 

Shows  thee  thy  Saviour's  wound; 
The  wine,  an  emblem  of  his  blood, 

That  trickled  to  the  ground. 

Thou  cans't  not  love  enough, 

So  great,  so  good  a  God ; 
That  groan'd  away  his  life  and  died, 

To  ransom  thee  with  blood. 

Well  may  I  bow  my  head, 
And  mourn,  lament  and  cry; 

When  I  reflect  that  for  my  sins, 
The  Lord  of  life  should  die. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


in 


I'll  praise  his  holy  name, 

To  him  for  refuge  fly; 
He  died,  was  buried,  rose  again, 

My  soul  to  justify. 

nYMN  125.     L.  M. 

Wash'd  in  the  dying  Saviour's  blood  ; 
Buried  beneath  the  yielding  flood  ; 
I  would  approach  his  sacred  board, 
And  dedicate  myself  to  God. 

Here,  Lord,  I  would  recount  thy  pains, 
And  here  would  recollect  my  sins, 
Till  mingled  joys  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  gush  like  riv'lets  from  mine  eyes. 

How  kind  are  thy  compassions,  Lord  ! 
What  mercy  runs  through  every  word  ! 
"  Oft  as  you  taste  this  sacred  food, 
"Remember  me,  your  dying  God." 

And  can  we,  then,  forget  that  love, 
Which  brought  thee  from  the  realms  above! 
Ah  !  Lord,  with  shame  and  grief  I  tell, 
I  oft  forget — thou  know'st  it  well ! 

But  while  I  thus  my  crimes  confess, 
I  would  adore  thy  wondrous  grace  ; 
That  grace  which  shields  my  trembling  soul 
When  Sinai's  thunders  o'er  me  roll ! 


118        THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


HYMN  126.  CM. 

The  Kins;  of  heaven  his  table  spreads, 
And  dainties  crown  the  board, 

Not  paradise  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delights  afford. 

Pardon  and  peace  to  dying  men, 

And  endless  lite  are  given ; 
And  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed, 

To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven. 

Ye  hungry  poor,  who  long  have  stray'd 

In  sins  dark  mazes,  come  ; 
Come  from  the  hedges  and  highways, 

And  grace  will  find  you  room. 

Thousands  of  souls  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here, 
And  thousands  more  still  on  the  way, 

Around  the  board  appear. 

Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 
That  millions  more  may  come  ; 

Nor  could  the  wide  assembled  world 
O'er  fill  the  spacious  room. 

All  things  are  ready,  enter  in, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  : 
Come,  take  your  places  at  the  feast, 

And  bless  the  donor's  name. 


WASHING  TEE  SAIXl's  FEET.  119 


lUcrsljing  %  Saints'  fed. 

HYMN  127.     C  M. 

Disrob'd  of  all  his  heavenly  dress, 

The  Saviour  came  to  earth  ; 
Cloth'd  in  a  veil  of  mortal  flesh, 

And  bow'd  his  head  in  death. 

That  awful  nia;ht  in  which,  betray'd, 

He  introdue'd  the  feast, 
"Which  we,  my  friends,  have  seen  display "d, 

"Where  each  has  been  a  guest. 

The  solemn  scene,  about  to  close, 

To  make  the  whole  complete, 
He  meekly  from  communion  rose, 

And  washed  his  servants'  feet. 

"To  each,"  he  said,  "let  others  .do, 

"As  I,  your  Lord,  have  done  ; 
"The  heavenly  pattern  still  pursue, 

"In  form  as  I  have  shown.'" 

Since  Christ  has  the  example  set, 

And  left  it  on  record  ; 
We'll  humbly  wash  each  other's  feet, 

Obedient  to  his  word. 


120  WASHING  THE 


HYMN  128.     L.  M. 

Jestj?,  the  Lord,  who  groan'd  and  died, 
Arising  from  communion  sweet, 
f  Disrob'd,  his  garment  laid  aside, 

And  washed  the  dear  disciples'  feet. 

"Know  you,"  he  said,  "what  I  have  done 
"Ye  call  me  Lord  and  Master  too — 

"I  have  you  an  example  shown, 

"And  as  I've  done,  ye  ought  to  do !" 

See  through  this  robe,  that  glorious  dress 
Which  Christ  in  love  laid  humbly  by ; 

Cloth'd  in  a  veil  of  mortal  flesh, 
For  man  to  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

Was  he  begirt  with  napkin  round  ?  [b 
Learn  hence  that  Christ  the  Lord  wou 

While  here  below  a  pattern  found — 
Servant  of  all,  of  you,  of  me. 

His  washing  the  disciples'  feet, 

Proclaims  his  cleansing,  healing  power 

His  reassuming  all  complete, 

The  great,  the  grand  triumphant  hour. 

With  Christ,  our  pattern,  thus  in  view, 
While  here  we  hold  communion  sweet; 

As  he  commands,  we'll  joyful  do, 
And  meekly  wash  each  other's  feet. 


SAINT  S  FEET. 


121 


HYMN  129.     L.  M. 

'Jesus,  thou  great  exalted  King, 
Thy  love,  thy  matchless  love,  I  sing; 
iDescending  from  thy  lofty  seat, 
I  see  thee  wash  thy  servants'  feet  ! 
Here  I  behold  at  once  display'd, 
IThe  God  in  mortal  flesh  array 'd  ; 
iAnd  an  example  set  for  me, 
I  Set  Christian,  by  thy  Lord,  for  thee. 
Let  us  attend  our  sovereign  Lord, 
iAnd  all  his  words  and  acts  record  ; — 
I  have  you  an  example  set, 
That  you  should  wash  each  other's  feet. 

My  Saviour,  I  obey  thy.  voice, 
And  in  thy  word  and  ways  rejoice ; 
iWould  humbly  wash  thy  followers'  feet, — 
'0,  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

HYMN  130.     C.  M. 

What  Christ  the  Lord  would  have  us  do, 
j    He  gives  us  plain  command, 
And  where  he  adds  example  too, 

How  can  we  lingering  stand  ? 
To  wash  the  feet  of  those  he  loves, 

Is  what  the  Saviour  bid  ; 
And  that  he  of  this  work  approves, 

Is  plain  from  what  he  did. 


122 


WASHING  THE 


O  Saviour,  take  my  pride  and  shame, 

And  unbelief  away  ; 
Then  shall  I  learn  to  trust  thy  name, 

And  thy  commands  obey. 
Then  shall  I  lay  me  humbly  down, 

Beneath  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Nor  court  the  smile,  nor  dread  the  frown 

Of  men,  while  washing  feet. 

HYMN  131.     L.  M. 

Wash  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  sin, 

Then  shall  I  every  evil  flee  ; 
Wash  me,  and  keep  me  pure  within, 

Then  shall  I  live  alone  to  thee. 
"Wash  me,  and  seal  me  thus  thine  own  ! 

"Wash  me,  0  Lord,  and  mine  thou  art; 
"Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

"My  head,  rny  hands,  my  soul,  my  heart." 
Then  shall  I  all  thy  word  obey, 

Then  shall  I  wash  my  brethren's  feet ; 
Then  shall  I  rise  to  endless  day, 

My  glorious  Saviour's  face  to  meet. 


HYMN  132.     C.  M. 

Jesus  !  by  heaven's  host  ador'd, 
The  church's  glorious  head, 

With  humWe  joy  I  call  thee,  Lord; 
And  in  thy  footsteps  tread. 


saint's  feet.  123 

Emptied  of  all  thy  greatness  here, 

While  in  the  body  seen, 
^Thou  wouldst  the  least  of  all  appear, 

And  minister  to  men. 
A  servant  to  thy  servants,  thou 

In  thy  debas'd  estate, 
How  meekly  did  thy  goodness  bow, 
I    To  wash  thy  follower's  feet. 

I  come,  0  God,  to  do  thy  will, 

With  Jesus  in  my  view ; 
A  servant  to  thy  servants  still, 
(    My  pattern  I  pursue, 
The  loving  labor  I  repeat, 

Obedient  to  his  word  ; 
And  wash  his  dear  disciples'  feet, 
j   And  wait  upon  my  lord. 
iShall  I,  a  worm,  refuse  to  stoop  ? 
I    My  fellow  worm  disdain  ? 
|I  give  my  vain  distinctions  up, 

Since  Christ  did  wait  on  man. 


HYMN  133.     L.  M. 

Single  verses,  to  be  sung  while  washing  feet. 

O !  that  the  Lord  would  count  me  meet 
jlTo  wash  his  dear  disciples'  feet ; 
[Greater  than  Christ  I  would  not  be, 
put  learn  from  him  humility. 


124  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


ANOTHER.     C.  M. 

Wash  me,  and  seal  me  thus  thine  own ; 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art; 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 

My  head,  rny  hands,  my  heart. 

ANOTHER.     C.  M. 

For  this,  we  have  our  Lord's  command, 

And  do  as  Jesus  bid  ; 
For  this  we  his  example  have, 

And  do  as  Jesus  did. 


Inncxal  §2mn0- 

HYMN  134.     C.  M. 

Thy  wTord  commands  our  flesh  to  dust, 
"Return,  ye  sons  of  men  ;" 

All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first. 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  : 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night. 

Before  the  rising  sun. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  125 


[The  busy  tribes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
With  ail  their  lives  and  cares, 

Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  lost  in  foll'wing  years. 

Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

Like  flow'ry  fields,  the  nations  stand, 
Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light; 

The  flow'rs,  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.] 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


HYMN  135.  S.  M. 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece, 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ? 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  a  name ! 

Alas !  'twas  brittle  clay 
That  built  our  body  first ! 

And  every  month  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dust. 


126  FUNEKAL  HYMNS. 


Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Nor  will  our  minutes  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  flood,  our  hasty  days 

Are  sweeping  us  away. 

Well,  if  our  days  must  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight ; 

We'll  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way, 
And  let  them  speed  their  flight. 

They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempestuous  sea  ! 

Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 


HYMN  136.  CM. 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 

What  dying  worms  we  be  ! 

Our  wasting  lives  grow  shorter  still, 
As  months  and  days  increase, 

And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 
The  breath  which  first  it  gave ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be, 
We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  127 


Dangers  stand  thick  through  all  the  ground, 

To  push  us  to  the  tomb  ; 
And  fierce  diseases  wait  around, 

To  hurry  mortals  home. 

Good  God  !  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things ; 
The  eternal  state  of  all  the  dead 

Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

Infinite  joy,  or  endless  woe 

Attend  on  every  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  of  death! 

Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  road ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 


HYMN  137.     S.  M. 

And  am  I  born  to  die  ? 

To  lay  this  body  down  ? 
And  must  my  trembling  spirit  fly 

Into  a  world  unknown  ? 

A  land  of  deepest  shade, 

Unpierc'd  by  human  thought ; 

The  dreary  regions  of  the  dead, 
Where  all  things  are  forgot ! 


128  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


Soon  as  from  earth  I  go, 

What  will  become  of  me  ? 
Eternal  happiness  or  wo 

Must  then  my  portion  be  ! 

Wak'd  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  my  grave  shall  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  with  glory  crown'd, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies  ! 

How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ? 

With  triumph  or  regret  ? 
A  fearful,  or  a  joyful  doom, 

A  curse  or  blessing  meet  ? 

Will  angel  bands  convey 

Their  brother  to  the  bar? 
Or  devils  drag  my  soul  away 

To  meet  its  sentence  there  ? 

Who  can  resolve  the  doubt 
That  tears  my  anxious  breast ! 

Shall  I  be  with  the  damn'd  cast  out, 
Or  number'd  with  the  blest  ? 

I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Must  come  at  his  command  to  heaven, 

Or  else  depart  to  hell. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  129 


HYNN  138.     C.  M. 

Our  days,  alas  !  our  mortal  clays, 

Are  short  and  wretched  too ; 
"  Evil  and  few,"  the  patriarch  says, 

And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 

'Tis  but,  at  best,  a  narrow  bound 

That  heav'n  allows  to  men ; 
And  pains  and  sins  run  through  the  round 

Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Well,  if  ye  must  be  sad  and  few, 

Run  on,  my  days,  in  haste  ; 
Moments  of  sin,  and  months  of  wo, 

Ye  cannot  fly  too  fast. 

Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  soul, 

And  call  her  to  the  skies, 
Where  years  of  long  salvation  roll, 

And  glory  never  dies. 

HYMN  139.     C.  M. 

I  sing  a  song  which  doth  belong 

To  all  the  human  race, 
Concerning  death,  which  steals  the  breath, 

And  blasts  the  comely  face. 

Come,  listen  all,  unto  my  call, 

Which  I  do  make  to-day, 
For  you  must  die,  as  well  as  I, 

And  pass  from  hence  away, 

E 


130  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


No  human  power  can  stop  the  hour 

Wherein  a  mortal  dies  ; 
A  Caesar  may  be  great  to-day, 

Yet  death  may  close  his  eyes. 

Though  some  do  strive  and  do  arrive 

To  riches  and  renown, 
Enjoying  health,  and  swim  in  wealth, 

Yet  death  will  bring  them  down. 

Though  beauty  grace  your  comely  face 

With  roses  white  and  red, 
A  dying  fall  will  spoil  it  all, 

For  Absalom  is  dead. 

Though  you  acquire  the  best  attire, 

Appearing  fine  and  fair, 
Yet  death  will  come  into  the  room, 

And  strip  you  of  them  there. 

For  princes  high,  and  beggars  die, 

And  mingle  with  the  dust; 
The  rich,  the  brave,  the  poorest  slave, 

The  wicked  and  the  just. 


HYMN  140.     C.  M. 

When  blooming  youth  is  snaich'd  awo) 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 

Which  pity  must  demand. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


131 


While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

O  may  this  truth,  imprest 
With  awful  power, — I  too  must  die, — 

Sink  deep  in  ev'ry  breast. 

Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 

The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

May  every  breast  obey; 
Nor  be  th'  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

O  may  we  fly,  to  Jesus  fly ; 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

Great  God  !  thy  sov'reign  grace  impart, 
With  cleansing,  healing  power; 

This  only,  can  prepare  the  heart 
'i or  death's  surprising  hour. 


HYMN  141.     S.  M. 

And  must  this  body  die, 

This  well-wrought  frame  decay? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
e2 


132  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes 

To  put  it  on  afresh. 

God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 

Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 

And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Be  heavenly  and  divine. 

These  lively  hopes  we  owe, 

Lord,  to  thy  dying  love  ; 
O  may  we  bless  thy  grace  below, 

And  sing  thy  grace  above  ! 

Saviour,  accept  the  praise, 
Of  these  our  humble  songs, 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  sounds  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


HYMN  142.     C.  M. 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  life  at  first, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


133 


The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favors  borrowed  now, 

To  be  repaid  anon. 

'Tis  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 

He  gives,  and  blessed  be  his  name  ! 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  righteous  will ; 

And  every  murmur  die. 

If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 

And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead. 


HYMN  143.     C.  M. 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'Tis  but  a  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 

To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 
e3 


J  34 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 

And  left  a  long  perfume. 

The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  bless'd, 

And  soften'd  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 

But  with  their  dying  head  ? 

Thence  he  arose,  ascended  high, 
And  show'd  our  feet  the  way ; 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Ye  saints,  ascend  the  skies. 


HYMN   144.     C.  M. 

Hark  !  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  sound, 

Mine  ears  attend  the  cry, 
"Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 

"Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

"Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 
"In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 

"The  tall,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head 
"Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


135 


Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  r 

And  are  we  still  secure  ! 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 

And  yet  prepared  no  more. 

Grant  us  the  power  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh, 

We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 


HYMN   145.     C.  M. 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  us'd  to  rise, 

Gonverse  a  while  with  death ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 

And  pants  away  his  breath. 

His  quivering  lips  hang  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 

He  bids  the  world  "adieu." 

But  Oh,  the  soul  that  never  dies  ! 

When  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ; 
Ye  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 

And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts,  triumphing  there, 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell. 

In  infinite  despair  ! 
e4 


136  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


And  must  this  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 

To  bear  ray  soul  above. 

Jesus,  to  thy  dear,  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And'uiy  flesh  waits  for  thy  command, 

To  drop  into  the  dust. 


HYMN  146.     L.  M. 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  our  date  ; 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death? 

Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
"Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

"Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just? 
"Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust?1' 
But  faith  forbids  those  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

That  glorious  hour,  that  heavenly  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honors  of  thy  word ; 
Awake,  our  souls  and  bles9  the  Lord. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  137 


HYMN  147.     L.  M. 

Father,  we  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Our  pastor's  dead  !  we're  left  alone  ! 
With  hearts  of  sorrow  almost  broke, 
We  mourn  and  grieve,  beneath  the  stroke. 

We  oft,  with  joy  have  viewed  his  face, 
And  heard  thy  messages  of  grace, 
In  faithfulness  and  love  proclaim'd, 
Regardless  whether  praised  or  blam'd. 

Thy  word  his  guide — from  thence  he  drew 
His  doctrines,  and  his  precepts  too — 
From  thence  he  learnt  the  heavenly  road, 
By  which  he  walk'd  and  rests  with  God. 

In  this,  he  powerful  motives  lound, 
In  acts  of  mercy  to  abound ; 
Nor  did  he  merely  others  teach, 
But  practis'd  daily,  what  he  preach'd. 

We  feel  the  loss  of  such  a  guide, 
And  if  his  place  is  e'er  supplied 
From  thee  the  messenger  must  come, — 
We  look,  0  Lord,  to  thee  alone  ! 

Father,  forgive  our  flowing  tears  ; 
Silence  and  quell  our  rising  fears  ! 
Send  us  a  pastor  in  his  room, 
And  guard,  and  guide  us  safely  home. 
s5 


138 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


HYMN  148.     L.  M. 

His  death  we  mourn,  who  lately  stood 
A  herald  of  the  mighty  God  ; 
Proclaim'd  the  Saviour  of  our  race, 
And  bore  the  message  of  his  grace, 

Laborious  in  his  Master's  cause, 
His  view,  nor  lucre,  nor  applause  ; 
To  spend  and  to  be  spent,  resigned, 
If  souls,  through  Christ,  salvation  find. 

With  pointed  language,  flaming  zeal, 
He  to  the  conscience  did  appeal; 
With  terror,  sought  the  soul  to  move, 
Or  draw  it  with  the  cords  of  love. 

But  all  his  labors  now  are  o'er, 
And  we  shall  hear  his  voice  no  more  ; 
His  dust  lies  silent  in  the  tomb, 
He's  gone  to  heaven,  his  final  home. 

Jesus!  though  earthly  shepherds  die, 
Do  thou  thy  churches  still  supply 
With  gifts,  instruction  to  impart — 
Pastors  according  to  thy  heart. 

May  we  the  means  of  grace  improve, 
Lest  thou  our  candlestick  remove, 
Deprive  us  of  the  gospel  light, 
And  leave  us  in  the  shades  of  night. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


HYMN  149.     C.  M. 

Wake  up,  my  muse,  condole  the  loss 
Of  those  that  mourn  this  day; 

Let  tears  distil  on  ev'ry  lace, 
And  ev'ry  mourner  pray. 

The  tyrant,  death,  came  rushing  in, 
Last  night  his  povv'r  did  show, 

Out  of  the  world  this  child  he  took, 
And  laid  its  visage  low. 

No  more  the  pleasant  child  is  seen, 
To  please  its  parents'  eye; 

The  tender  plant  so  fresh  and  green, 
Is  in  eternity. 

The  golden  bowl  by  death  is  broke, 
The  pitcher,  burst  in  twain ; 

The  cistern  wheel  has  felt  the  stroke, 
The  lovely  child  is  slain. 

The  winding  sheet  doth  bind  its  limbs, 

The  coffin  holds  it  fast; 
To-day,  it's  seen  by  all  its  friends, 

But  this  must  be  the  last. 

HYMN  150.     C.  M. 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord, 

With  transport  all  divine  ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 

Thy  love,  in  every  line. 
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140  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 


Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 

Spread  o'er  thy  lovely  face, 
While  infants,  in  thy  tender  arms, 

Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

"  I  take  these  lambs,"  said  he, 

"  And  lay  them  in  my  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 

"  In  me  be  ever  blest. 

"Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloost 

"  But  can't  dissolve  my  love  ; 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 

"  The  family  above. 

**  Their  feeble  frames  my  pow'r  shall  raise 
"  And  mould  with  heavenly  skill ; 

"I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise 
"  And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 

And  shout  with  joys  divine, 
Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are, 

Shall  be  forever  thine. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP, 


Jcumlt)  iDorsfjip. 

MORNING  HYMNS  . 

HYMN  151.  S.  M. 

Behold,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 

And  life  and  light  convey. 

But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 

And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ; 
Forever  sure,  thy  promise,  Lord, 

And  men  securely  trust. 

My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ! 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN  152.     C.  M. 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
Thou  art  my  Father,  lend  an  ear 

Unto  my  feeble  cry. 


142 


FAMILY 


0  lead  me,  keep  me  all  this  day- 
Near  thee,  in  perfect  peace  ; 

Help  me  to  watch,  to  watch  and  pray, 
To  pray  and  never  cease. 

1  know  my  roving  feet  will  err 
Unless  thou  be  my  guide  ; 

Warn  me  of  every  foe  and  snare, 
And  keep  me  near  thy  side. 

[O  guide  my  heart  in  truth  and  love, 
While  here  on  earth  I  stay ; 

O  fix  my  mind  on  things  above, 
And  keep  me  in  thy  way.] 

Then  shall  I  pass  all  dangers  safe, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 

My  trust,  my  hope,  and  my  relief, 
Is  in  thine  only  Son. 

Then  let  my  moments  smoothly  run, 

And  all  my  hours  be  gay, 
And  let  my  evening  setting  sun 

Launch  me  in  endless  day. 


HYMN  153.     L.  M. 

O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise, 
And  feel  that  life  which  never  dies, 
I'd  praise  that  hand  with  all  my  pow'rs 
That  guarded  my  unguarded  hours. 


WORSHIP. 


143 


'Tis  he  who  gives  me  life  divine, 
In  Him  eternal  joys  are  mine; 
Then  rouse,  my  soul,  bid  sloth  adieu, 
Thy  Jesus  love,  and  him  pursue. 

Haste  on  to  that  immortal  shore, 

Where  night  and  sleep  are  known  no  more, 

There  shall  I  soon  in  glory  rise, 

With  seraphs,  in  a  sweet  surprise. 

There  shall  I  raise  a  morning  song, 
With  all  the  vast  angelic  throng; 
There,  sing  in  everlasting  peace — 
My  morning  song  shall  never  cease. 


HYMN  154.     C.  M. 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

Night  unto  night,  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  sound; 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  sets, 

To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame, 
My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 

My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  bis  wrath  delays. 


144 


FAMILY 


[On  a  poor  worm,  thy  pow'r  might  tread, 
And  I  could  ne'er  withstand ; 

Thy  justice  might  have  crush'd  me  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thy  hand. 

A  thousand  wretched  souls  are  fled 

Since  the  last  setting  sun  ; 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 

And  yet  my  moments  run.] 

Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

Whilst  I  enjoy  the  light, 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 

And  bring  a  pleasant  night. 


HYMN  155.     S.  M. 

See  how  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  shining  way; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  Maker's  praise, 

With  ev'ry  bright'ning  ray. 

Thus  would  my  rising  soul, 

Its  heav'nly  Parent  sing, 
And  to  its  great  Original, 

The  humble  tribute  bring. 

Serene  I  laid  me  down, 

Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 
I  slept,  and  I  awoke  and  found, 

My  kind  Preserver  near. 


WORSHIP. 


145 


My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  O  Lord,  to  thee  ;  • 

And  in  thy  service,  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 


HYMN  156.     C.  M. 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light 

And  stores  of  darkness  lie; 
Thou  form'st  the  sable  robe  of  night, 

And  spread'st  it  round  the  sky. 

And  when  with  welcome  slumbers  press'd, 

We  close  our  weary  eyes, 
Thy  power,  unseen,  secures  our  rest, 

And  makes  us  joyous  rise. 

Numbers,  this  night,  great  God,  have  met 

Their  long,  eternal  doom, 
And  lost  their  joys  of  morning  light 

In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

Numbers  on  restless  beds  still  lie, 

And  still  their  woes  bewail ; 
While  we,  by  thy  kind  hand  uprais'd, 

A  thousand  pleasures  feel. 

To  thee,  great  God,  in  thankful  songs, 

Our  morning  thoughts  arise  ; 
Propitious,  in  thy  Son,  accept 

The  willing  sacrifice. 


146 


FAMILY 


HYMN  157.     L.  M. 
This  morning  let  my  praise  arise, 
To  him  who  all  my  need  supplies ; 
To  him  who  watch'd  me  through  the  night, 
And  brought  me  to  the  morning  light. 

May  I  this  day,  through  grace,  pursue 
The  work  assign'd  for  me  to  do ; 
And  when  my  work  on  earth  is  done, 
May  angels  bear  my  spirit  home. 

HYMN  158.     C.  M. 

Goo  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 

To  thee  I  cheerful  raise ; 
Thy  acts  of  love,  'tis  good  to  sing, 

And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise. 

Preserv'd  by  thy  almighty  arm, 

I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene,  and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 

To  see  the  morning  light. 

While  numbers  spent  the  night  in  sighs, 

And  restless  pains  and  woes, 
In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 

And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

When  sleep,  death's  image,  o'er  me  spread, 

And  I  unconscious  lay, 
Thy  watchful  care  was  round  my  bed, 

To  guard  my  feeble  clay. 


WOBSHIP. 


O  let  the  same  almighty  care 
Through  all  this  day  attend, 

From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days  ; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 


HYMN  159.     C.  M. 

Lord  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise 
Employ  my  noblest  powers  ; 

Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

Preserved  by  thine  almighty  arm, 
I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 

Serene  and  sate  from  every  harm, 
And  see  returning  light. 

O  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend  ? 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 

My  heedless  steps  defend. 

Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 

And  guide  my  future  days, 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 

With  gratitude  and  praise. 


148 


FAMILY 


HYMN  160.     C.  M. 

My  gracious  God  has  brought  me  through 

Another  darksome  night; 
Again  mine  eyes  his  works  can  view 

In  open  morning  light. 

Thro"  all  the  night,  whilst  I  have  slept, 

Insensible  of  pain, 
The  gracious  hand  of  God  has  kept 
•  And  rais'd  me  up  again. 

Thus  brought  to  view,  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way; 
May  I  set  out  afresh  to  run, 

And  my  kind  God  obey. 

Let  me  this  day,  with  anxious  zeal, 

Devote  my  time  to  God, 
And  freely  may  I  do  his  will, 

And  rest  upon  his  word. 

And  when  my  life's  short  day  shall  close 
In  death's  tremendous  night, 

Then  may  I  have  a  sweet  repose 
In  an  immortal  light. 

HYMN  161.     L.  M. 

Hail,  happy  morn,  I  gladly  rise 
With  thee,  to  soar  above  the  skies ! 
With  Jesus,  I'll  begin  my  race, 
Run  on,  and  sing  redeeming  grace! 


WORSHIP. 


All  hail !  a  brighter  morning  near, 
When  heav'n's  bright  sun  shall  once  ap 
All  suns  and  stars  shall  cease  to  shine, 
But  this  eternal  sun  of  mine. 

Far,  far  from  interposing  night, 
Awake  in  uncreated  light, 
My  raptur'd  soul,  with  all  the  throng 
Shall  join  in  heav'n's  eternal  song. 

EVENING  HYMNS. 

HYMN  162.  CM. 

0  Saviour,  hear  me  when  I  pray, 
Remember  I  am  thine  ; 

1  walk  before  thee  all  the  day, 
And  fear  and  love  thy  name. 

Now  let  me  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  earthly  troubles  free  ; 
And  when  I'm  slumb'ring  on  my  bed, 

May  I  be  still  with  thee. 
This  be  my  evening  sacrifice, 

As  my  day's  work  is  done, 
Nor  let  a  gloomy  cloud  arise 

On  this  day's  setting  sun. 

Protect  me  through  this  lonely  night, 

Till  day  appears  again  ; 
Then  early,  with  the  morning  light, 

I'll  praise  thy  glorious  name. 


150 


FAMILY 


I  thank  thee  for  my  daily  food, 
A  gracious  gift  is  this  ; 

I  look  to  thee  for  every  good, 
And  hope  for  future  bliss. 


HYMN  163.     S.  M. 

Another  day  is  past, 

The  hours  forever  fled, 
And  time  is  bearing  me  in  haste, 

To  mingle  with  the  dead. 

Perhaps  my  closing  eyes, 
No  more  may  hail  the  light; 

Seal'd  up,  before  the  morning  rise 
In  everlasting  night. 

This  mortal  frame  must  lie 
Unconscious  in  the  tomb  ; 

But  O,  where  will  my  spirit  fly, 
And  what  will  be  her  doom  ? 

Jesus,  if  thou  art  mine, 
O  let  thy  heavenly  voice 

Confirm  my  hope  with  love  divine, 
And  wake  my  soul  rejoice. 

Then  shall  my  closing  eyes 

Contented  sink  to  rest ; 
Then,  if  to-night,  this  body  dies, 

My  spirit  shall  be  blest. 


WORSHIP. 


151 


HYMN  164.     L.  M. 

Thus  far,  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 
Thus  far,  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 

And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 
And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  be  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

In  vain  the  sons  of  earth  and  hell 
Tell  me  a  thousand  frightful  things ; 

My  God  in  safely  makes  me  dwell 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  his  wings. 

Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 

And  wait  his  voice  to  rend  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

HYMN  1G5.     C.  M. 

Drkad  Sov'reign  !  let  my  evening  song, 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue, 

To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 


152 


FAMILY 


Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 
Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard  ; 

And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepar'd. 

Perpetual  blessings  from  above, 

Encompass  me  around  ; 
But,  O  !  how  few  returns  of  love, 

Hath  my  Creator  found. 

Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine, 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee ; 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 

To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

Sprinkled  afresh,  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  th'  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 


HYMN  106.     S.  M. 

The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear, 

0  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

We  lay  our  garments  by 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all, 

Of  what  we  here  possess. 


WORSHIP. 


Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 

|\Iay  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

And  when  we  early  rise. 
And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


HYMN   1G7.  CM. 

Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes 
Our  inmost  thoughts  perceive, 

Accept  the  evening  sacrifice 
Which  now  to  thee  we  give. 

We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  think  ourselves  sincere  ; 

But  show  us,  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshiper  ? 

Is  here  a  soul  that  knows  thee  not, 
Nor  feels  his  want  of  thee  ? 

A  stranger  to  the  blood  which  bought 
His  pardon  on  the  tree  ? 


154 


FAMILY 


Convince  him,  now,  of  unbelief, 

His  desp'rate  state  explain, 
And  fill  his  heart  with  sacred  grief, 

And  penitential  pain. 

Speak  with  that  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 

And  bids  the  sleeper  rise, 
And  bid  his  guilty  conscience  dread 

The  death  that  never  dies. 


HYMN  168.     C.  M. 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 

Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 
Assist  us  Lord  to  offer  up 

Our  evening  sacrifice. 

Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 
Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 

Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require  ; 
'Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 

Accept  our  heart's  desire. 

Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  our  score  ; 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 

When  time  sh?.l!  be  no  more. 


WORSHIP. 


155 


HYMN  169.     C.  M. 

My  God  !  my  only  help  and  hope, 
My  strong  and  sure  defence, 

For  all  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
I  bless  thy  providence. 

Give  me,  this  night  to  rest  my  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free, 

And  hold  communion  on  my  bed, 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

Fain  would  I  dedicate  to  thee 
The  remnant  of  my  days  : 

Grant  me  assisting  grace,  O  Lord, 
To  speak  and  live  thy  praise. 


HYMN  170.     L.  M. 

O  Jksus,  may  we  praise  thy  name, 
Thy  love,  thy  goodness,  is  the  same  ; 
Through  all  this  day,  thy  hand  was  nigh, 
Let  loudest  praise  ascend  the  sky. 

Our  evening  praises,  Lord  receive, 
Ourselves,  our  all,  to  thee  we'd  give  : 
Let  peace  surround  us  all  this  night, 
And  keep  us  safe  till  morning  light. 


156  FAMILY  WORSHIP. 


And  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come. 
Take  us,  thy  weary  pilgrims,  home  ; 
Take  us  to  heaven,  thy  dwelling  place, 
Where  we  may  sing  redeeming  grace. 


HYMN  CM. 

Indulgent  God,  whose  bounteous  care, 
O'er  all  thy  works  is  shown, 

0  let  my  grateful  praise  and  prayer 
Arise  before  thy  throne. 

What  mercies  has  this  day  bestow'd  ! 

How  largely  hast  thou  blest! 
My  cup  with  plenty  overflow'd, 

With  cheerfulness,  my  breast. 

Now  may  soft  slumbers  close  my  eyes, 
From  pain  and  sickness  free, 

And  let  my  waking  thoughts  arise 
To  meditate  on  thee. 

Thus  bless  each  future  day  and  night, 
'Till  life's  vain  scene  is  o'er; 

And  then,  to  realms  of  endless  light,  . 
0  let  my  spirit  soar ! 


ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS.  157 


©rbination  of  ministers. 

HYMN  172.     C.  M. 

Chief  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  sheep, 

From  death  and  sin  set  free, 
May  all  thy  under  shepherds  keep 

Their  eye  intent  on  thee. 

With  plenteous  grace  their  hearts  prepare 

To  execute  thy  will, 
Compassion,  patience,  love  and  care, 

And  faithfulness  and  skill. 

Inflame  their  minds  with  holy  zeal, 
Their  flocks  to  feed  and  teach, 

And  let  them  live,  and  let  them  feel, 
The  sacred  truths  they  preach. 

HYMN  173.  CM. 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 
And  take  th'  alarm  they  give, 

Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart, 

And  fill'd  a  Saviour's  hands. 


158 


ORDINATION 


They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heav'nly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls,  which  must  forever  live 

In  raptures  or  in  woe. 

May  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 

That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 


HYMN  174.     L.  M. 

If  you  would  win  a  soul  to  God, 
Then  tell  him  of  the  Saviour's  blood — 
Tell  him  how  Jesus'  bowels  move, 
Toward  him,  with  redeeming  love. 

And  tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  Jesus'  hands,  and  feet,  and  side  ; 
And  how  his  head  with  thorns  was  crown'd, 
And  how  his  soul  in  grief  was  drown'd. 

Ah  !  tell  him,  how  he  suffered  death, 
And  freely  yielded  up  his  breath, 
And  died,  and  rose,  with  God  to  plead, 
That  rebels  might  from  sin  be  freed. 

Tell  him  'tis  free  and  saving  grace, 
Which  teaches  men  to  seek  his  face, 
And  helps  them  choose  the  better  part, 
And  brings  salvation  to  the  heart. 


OF  MINISTERS. 


159 


Explain  to  him  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Christ  Jesus  makes  us  free  ; 
And  the  sweet  joys  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
As  earnest  of  the  joys  of  heav'n. 

Then  tell  him,  he  that  does  believe 
And  is  baptized,  shall  be  saved; 
But  he  that  slights  the  Lord's  command, 
And  disbelieveth,  shall  be  damn'd. 


HYMN  175.     L.  M. 

Our  God  ascends  his  lofty  throne, 

Array'd  in  majesty  unknown  ; 

His  lustre  all  the  temple  fills. 

And  spreads  o'er  all  th*  ethereal  hills. 

The  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

By  all  the  seraphim  ador'd, 

And  while  they  stand  beneath  his  seat, 

They  veil  their  faces  and  their  feet. 

Lord,  how  can  sinful  lips  proclaim 
The  honors  of  so  great  a  name  ? 
O  for  thine  altar's  glowing  coal 
To  touch  his  lips,  to  fire  his  soul ! 

Then,  if  a  messenger  thou  ask, 
A  laborer  for  the  hardest  task, 
Thro'  all  his  weakness  and  his  fear, 
Love  shall  reply — "Thy  servant's  here.'* 


160 


ORDINATION 


Nor  let  his  willing  soul  complain, 
Tho'  every  effort  seem  in  vain  ; 
Its  ample  recompense  shall  be, 
But  to  have  wrought,  0  God,  for  thee. 

HYMN  176.     S.  M, 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sov'reign  voice  obey ; 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 

And  peace  attend  your  way. 

The  Master  whom  you  serve, 
Will  needful  strength  bestow  ; 

Depending  on  his  sovereign  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's,  and  must  prevail, 

In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

Go,  spread  a  Saviour's  fame, 
And  tell  his  matchless  grace, 

To  the  most  guilty  and  deprav'd 
Of  Adam's  num'rous  race. 

We  wish  you  in  his  name, 

The  most  divine  success  ; 
Assur'd,  that  "He  who  sends  you  forth, 

Will  your  endeavors  bless. 


PUBLIC   FAST.  161 


HYMN  17  7.     L.  M. 

With  heavn'ly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
Him  whom  we  now  to  thee  commend; 
His  person  bless,  his  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

Gird  him  with  all-sufficient  grace  ; 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil, 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

Before  him,  thy  protection  send, 
O  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end! 
Nor  let  him,  as  thy  pilgrim,  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  love. 

Enlarge,  inflame,  and  fill  his  heart; 
In  him,  thy  mighty  power  exert; 
That  thousands,  yet  unborn,  may  praise, 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 


flublu  last. 

HYMN  178.  CM. 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne, 
Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 

'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

F 


162  PUBLIC  FAST. 


Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  pow'r  display ; 

Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray, 

How  chang'd,  alas !  are  truths  divine, 
For  error,  guilt,  and  shame  ! 

What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sin, 
Disgrace  the  Christian  name  ! 

0  turn  us,  turn  us  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace, 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 

Then  should  insulting  foes  invade, 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear ; 
Secure  of  never-failing  aid, 

When  God,  our  God  is  near. 


HYMN  179.     C.  M. 

O  thou,  whose  grace  and  justice  reign 

Enthron'd  above  the  skies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 

To  thee,  we  lift  our  eyes. 

As  servants  watch  their  master's  hand, 

And  fear  the  angry  stroke, 
Or  maids  before  their  mistress  stand, 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look — 


PUBLIC  FAST. 


80  for  our  sins,  we  justly  feel 

Thy  discipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moments  still, 

Till  thou  remove  thy  rod. 

Those  who  in  wealth  and  pleasure  Jive, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 

Fresh  courage  to  their  pride. 

Our  foes  insult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  compassion  lies  ; 
This  thought  shall  bear  our  spirits  up, 

That  God  will  not  despise. 


HYMN  180.     C.  M. 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtu©  fail, 

Religion  loses  ground  ! 
The  sons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

Their  oaths  and  promises  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatt'rer's  part ; 

With  fair,  deceitful  lips,  they  speak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

If  we  reprove  some  hateful  lie, 

How  is  their  fury  stirr'd  ! 
Are  not  our  lips  our  own?  they  ery, 

And  who  shall  be  our  Lord  f 
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164 


VISITING 


Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  side, 
While  a  vile  race  of  men 

Is  rais'd  to  seats  of  pow'r  and  pride, 
And  bear  the  sword  in  vain. 


llisitmg  tlje  Sick. 

HYMN  181.  CM. 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 

Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 

Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word, 
Against  thy  chastening  hand. 

Yet  I  may  plead,  with  humble  cries, 
"  Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes;" 

My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 

Crush'd,  as  a  moth,  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust, 
Our  feeble  powers  can  ne'er  withstand, 

And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 


THE  SICK. 


165 


I'm  but  a  pilgrim  here  below, 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go,  • 

When  I  the  summons  hear. 

But  if  my  life  be  spared  awhile, 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Thy  praise  shall  be  my  business  still, 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 


HYMN  182.     C.  M. 

Lord,  I  am  pain'd,  but  would  resign 

My  body  to  thy  will ; 
'Tis  grace,  'tis  wisdom  all  divine, 

Appoints  the  pains  I  feel. 

Dark  are  the  ways  of  Providence  ; 

While  they  who  love  thee  groan, 
Thy  reasons  lie  conceal'd  from  sense, 

Mysterious  and  unknown. 

Yet  nature  may  have  leave  to  speak, 

And  plead  before  her  God, 
Lest  the  o'erburden'd  heart  should  break 

Beneath  thine  heavy  rod. 

Is  not  some  smiling  hour  at  hand, 

With  peace  upon  its  wings  ? 
Give  it,  0  God,  thy  swift  command, 

With  all  the  joys  it  brings, 
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VISITING 


HYMN  183.     L.  M. 

What  pleasure  can  friendship  impart, 
What  balm  in  its  virtues  we  find! 

What  transport  it  yields  to  the  heart, 
What  joy  and  content  to  the  mind  ! 

When  sickness  or  trouble  appears, 
And  sorrows  in  showers  descend, 

How  soothing  the  pitying  tears 

That  flow  from  a  kind,  loving  friend  ! 

No  mis'ry  so  sharp  and  severe, 

But  friendship's  sweet  soothing  can  calm 
Nor  pleasure  so  great  or  so  rare, 

But  friendship  can  heighten  its  charm. 

Ye  comfortless  mourners,  attend,' 
Your  sorrows  and  weeping  give  o'er, 

Look  up  to  your  heavenly  friend, 
Be  happy  in  him  evermore. 

His  friendship  is  firm  as  a  rock, 
Which  nothing  is  able  to  remove; 

His  mercy  can  suffer  no  shock, 

No  bounds  have  his  goodness  and  love. 

The  wretched  and  poor,  he  befriends ; 

The  sick  and  distress'd  are  his  care ; 
He  pities  your  grief,  and  descends 

Himself  your  afflictions  to  bear. 


THE  SICK. 


167 


**  Come,  lean  on  your  Jesus,"  he  cries, 
"  My  life  for  your  sakes  1  have  giv'n, 

"  That  you  into  glory  may  rise, 
"  And  taste  the  enjoyments  of  heav'n." 


HYMN  184.     S.  M. 

Dost  thou  my  profit  seek, 
And  chasten  as  a  friend  ? 

O  God,  I'll  kiss  the  smarting  rod, 
There's  honey  at  the  end. 

Dost  thou  through  death's  dark  vale 
Conduct  to  heaven  at  last  ? 

The  future  good  will  make  amends, 
For  all  the  evils  past. 

Lord,  I  would  not  repine 
At  strokes  in  mercy  sent; 

If  the  chastisement  comes  in  love, 
My  soul  shall  be  content. 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  169 


Spiritual  Songs. 

SONG  1.     8.  6. 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe, 

Are  oft  in  mercy  sent; 
They  stopt  the  prodigal's  career, 

And  caus'd  him  to  repent. 
Although  he  no  relentings  felt, 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt, 

When  famine  pinch'd  him  sore. 

"What  have  I  gain'd  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 

While  I  am  starving  here. 
I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face ; 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  a  son, 

I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

His  father  saw  him  coming  back ; 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiPd, 
And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 

Of  his  rebellious  child. 
"  Father,  I've  sinn'd,  but  0,  forgive  !" 

"  Enough,"  the  father  said  : 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 

For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead." 
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170 


SPIRITUAL 


"  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

And  spread  the  news  around; 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again, 

Was  lost,  bat  now  is  found." 
*Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home  ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 

And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

Come,  then,  poor  sinners,  come  away; 

We  call  you  all  around  ; 
"Tis  the  accepted,  promis'd  day, 

When  gospel  grace  abounds. 
Come,  mourning  souls,  to  Jesus  come, 

Whose  blood  for  you  aton'd  ; 
His  heart,  his  hands,  and  church,  have  room, 

We  therefore  bid  you  come. 


SONG  2.     8.  8.  6. 

Salem's  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came 

All  righteousness  to  fill ; 
'Tvvas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then, 
The  Baptist  gave  consent ; 


BONGS. 


171 


On  Jordan's  bank?  they  did  appear, 
The  Baptist  and  his  Master  dear, 
Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done. 

And  owned  him  from  the  skies. 

The  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies, 

Down  from  the  courts  above; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 

This  is  my  Son,  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

O,  children,  hear  ye  him  ; 
Hark!  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries, 
Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

And  wash  away  your  sin. 

Come  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd; 
0  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 


172 


SPIRITUAL 


Believing  children  gather  round 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise, 
See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling,  come, 

O  children  be  baptiz'd. 

Behold  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands 

To  wait  upon  the  Bride  ; 
Ye  candidates  your  hearts  prepare, 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


SONG  3.     L.  M. 

Ye  brethren,  who  profess  the  Lord, 
I  pray  draw  near  and  hear  a  word, 
Lift  up  your  eyes,  behold  and  see 
What  a  good  God  has  done  for  me  ! 

O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  in  deep  distress, 
I  day  nor  night  could  take  no  rest ; 
But  when  in  sad  extremity, 
The  Lord  reveal'd  his  love  to  me. 

When  I  by  faith  was  brought  to  see 
My  Jesus  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
My  soul  with  joy  and  sorrow  flow'd, 
That  he  should  bear  my  guilty  load. 


SONGS. 


173 


My  heart,  that  was  so  dreadful  hard, 
Was  melted  down  in  love  to  God ! 
My  soul  was  humbled  to  the  ground, 
When  I  the  blessed  Jesus  found. 

Then  on  ray  bended  knees  did  fall — 
O,  Jesus  !  he  was  all  in  all ! 
Yea,  where  to  go  I  did  not  know, 
For  I  did  love  ray  Jesus  so. 

And  now,  my  friends,  who  love  the  Lord, 
I  pray  live  nearer  to  his  word  ; 
And  don't  you  hurt  that  wounded  side 
Of  my  dear  Jesus  crucified! 


SONG  4.  8's. 

Still  out  of  the  deepest  abyss 

Of  trouble,  I  mournfully  cry, 
And  pine  to  recover  my  peace, 

And  see  my  Redeemer,  and  die. 
I  cannot,  I  cannot  forbear 

These  passionate  longings  for  home ; 
O!  when  shall  my  spirit  be  there, 

0 !  when  will  the  messenger  come. 

Thy  nature  I  long  to  put  on, 
Thine  image  on  earth  to  regain ; 

And  then  in  the  grave  to  lay  down 
This  burden  of  body  and  pain. 


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SPIRITUAL 


O  Jesus,  in  pity  draw  near, 

And  lull  me  to  sleep  on  thy  breast  ; 

Appear,  to  my  rescue  appear, 
And  gather  me  into  thy  rest ! 

To  take  a  poor  fugitive  in. 

The  arms  of  thy  mercy  display, 
And  give  me  to  rest  from  all  sin, 

And  bear  me  tiiumphant  away; 
Away  from  a  world  of  distress, 

Away  to  the  mansions  above ; 
The  heaven  of  seeing  thy  face — 

The  heaven  of  feeling  thy  love. 

SONG  5.     7.  7.  8.  7. 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant, 

We  joyfully  adore  thee  ; 

Till  thou  appear,  thy  members  here 

Shall  sing  like  those  in  glory: 

We  lift  our  hearts  and  voices 

With  blest  anticipation, 

And  cry  aloud,  and  give  to  God 

The  praise  of  our  salvation. 

While  in  affliction's  furnace, 

And  passing  through  the  fire, 

Thy  love  we  praise,  which  knows  no  day. 

And  ever  brings  us  nigher: 

We  clap  our  hands,  exulting 

In  thine  almighty  favor ! 


SONGS. 


175 


The  love  divine,  which  made  us  thine. 

Can  keep  us  thine  forever. 

Thou  dost  conduct  thy  people 

Through  torrents  of  temptation  ; 

Nor  will  we  fear  while  thou  art  near. 

The  fire  of  tribulation. 

The  world,  with  sin  and  satan, 

In  vain  our  march  opposes  ; 

By  thee,  we  shall  break  through  them  all, 

And  sing  the  song  of  Moses. 

By  faith,  we  see  the  glory 

To  which  thou  shalt  restore  us, 

The  cross  despise  for  that  high  prize, 

Which  thou  hast  set  before  us: 

And  if  thou  count  us  worthy, 

We  each,  as  dying  Stephen, 

Shall  see  thee  stand  at  God's  right  hand. 

To  take  us  up  to  heaven. 


SONG  G.     L.  M. 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
He  jusily  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  free  ! 
He  saw  me  ruin'd  by  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
Hia  loving  kindnesa,  0  how  great! 


176  6PIRITUAL 


Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes ; 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along — 
His  loving  kindness,  0  how  strong  ! 

When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood — 
His  loving  kindness,  O  how  good ! 

Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath, 
His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death, 

Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day ; 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 


SONG  7.    C.  M. 

I  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

An  organ  I  shall  be, 
To  sound  aloud  redeeming  love, 

To  souls  in  misery. 


BONGS. 


Loving  brethren,  fare  you  well ; 

My  Jesus  doth  ine  call ; 
I  leave  you  here  with  God,  until 

I  meet  you  once  lor  all. 
My  dear  connexions  I  forsake, 

My  family  and  my  house ; 
And  to  the  wilderness  betake, 

To  pay  the  Lord  my  vows. 

Now  through  the  wilderness  I'll  run, 

Preaching  the  gospel  free  ; 
Until  my  work  is  fully  done 

The  Lord  will  comfort  me. 
And  if  through  preaching,  I  should  ga 

True  subjects  to  my  Lord, 
'Twill  more  than  recompense  my  pain 

To  see  them  love  his  word. 
Farewell,  ray  friends,  I  must  be  gone 

My  Saviour's  love  to  tell ; 
O  dwell  in  love,  like  those  above, 

And  then,  you'll  all  farewell. 

SONG  8.     4.  8.  2.  G. 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home 


SPIRITUAL 


The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  to  your  eternal  home  ! 

Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood, 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come, 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home 

SONG  9.     7.  6. 

Ye  jewels  of  my  Master, 

Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amidst  the  beams  of  glory, 

Reflect  immortal  blaze. 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crown'd 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 

To  Ziou's  city  bound. 

Ye  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 
The  purchase  of  his  blood, 

Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 
Beside  the  purple  flood  ! 

Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims, 
Your  journey  still  pursue, 


SONGS. 


179 


And  at  an  humble  distance 
I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

When  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony  of  soul, 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll. 
•  And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enlivening  grace, 
I  view'd  the  Saviour's  image 

Impress'd  on  every  face. 

Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind, 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  join'd  : 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies ; 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 

And  soon  you'll  win  the  prize. 

Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Releas'd  from  cum'brous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  sin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

On  that  important  morning, 
When  bursting  thunders  sound, 


180 


SPIRITUAL 


And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound, 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands  ; 
Lo!  you're  redeem'd  forever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands. 
As  Aaron,  with  his  girdle 

In  shining  jewels  drest, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscribed  upon  his  breast, 
So  will  the  priests  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  their  kindred  own. 
The  golden  bells  will  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
And  sweet  immortal  anthems 

The  vocal  regions  fill ; 
In  everlasting  beauty 

The  shining  millions  stand, 
Safe  on  the  rock  of  ages, 

Amid  the  promised  land. 
We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound ; 
While  all  the  flaming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling 

From  the  unnumber'd  throng. 


SONGS. 


181 


SONG  10.     L.  M. 

I  walk'd  abroad  one  morning  fair, 
When  Odors  sweetly  balm'd  the  air  ; 
And  birds  their  artless  notes  did  sing, 
To  welcome  in  the  cheerful  spring. 

Surveying  nature  all  around, 

The  scene  with  wonder  did  abound  ; 

But  while  my  raviah'd  eyes  were  charm'd, 

An  inward  voice  my  soul  alarm'd. 

"Could  you  all  nature  comprehend, 
"  You'd  better  learn  to  know  your  end : 
"These  beauties,  which  you  now  survey, 
"  Will,  like  yourself,  soon  fade  away. 

"But  death  is  not  alone  your  doom, 
"  To  judgment  you  must  shortly  come, 
"  When  hills  and  valleys  all  are  fled, 
"Where  will  you  hide  your  guilty  head  ?" 

Black  horrors  seiz'd  my  frighted  soul, 
Billows  of  woe  did  o'er  me  roll ; 
I  fell,  and  almost  lost  my  breath, 
I  thought  I  soon  should  sink  in  death. 

The  little  birds,  from  spray  to  spray, 
Where  hymning  praises  all  the  day, 
In  artless  anthems  to  their  God. 
While  I  lay  weltering  in  my  blood. 


182 


SPIRITUAL 


Thus  trembling,  o'er  the  gulf  I  lay, 
But  dar'd  not  move  my  lips  to  pray; 
I  had  provok'd  the  dreadful  God, 
And  trampled  on  the  Saviour's  blood. 

To  my  amazement  and  surprise, 
I  saw  a  cloud  descend  the  skies, 
And  in  the  midst  a  fairer  one 
Than  any  of  the  sons  of  men. 

His  curled  locks  were  snowy  white, 
His  garments  far  exceeded  light, 
The  sun  grew  pale  before  his  face, 
His  feet  were  like  to  burnish'd  brass. 

He  spake,  and  brightness  shone  around  t 
He  said,  "  I  have  a  ransom  found  ; 
"  I  bought  your  pardon  on  the  tree, 
"And  come  to  set-the  pris'ner  free." 

My  heart  rebounded  like  a  roe, 
And  glory  in  my  soul  did  flow ; 
My  sins  were  gone  and  I  was  free — 
My  Saviour  liv'd  and  died  for  me. 

I  leap'd,  and  shouted  out  aloud, 
And  long'd  for  wings  to  reach  the  cloud* 
T'  embrace  my  Saviour  in  my  arms. 
And  gaze  forever  on  his  charms. 


SONGS. 


183 


SONG  11.     11.  10. 

Hail  thou  blest  morn  when  the  great  Media- 
tor 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends ! 
Shepherds  !  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  man- 
ger: 

Lo !  for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 

CHORUS. 

Brightest  and  best  of  tlie  sons  of  the  rooming! 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid! 
Star  in  the  east,  the  horizon  adowiing! 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  are  shining; 

Lowlies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining; 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

Say,  shall  we  yield  him  a  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  ofF'rings  divine  ; 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean; 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the 
mine  ? 

Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favor  secure  ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor, 


184 


SPIRITUAL 


Low  at  his  feet,  we  in  humble  prostration, 
Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble  and  strife  ; 

There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation, 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  life. 

He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 
Faithful  supporter,  whose  love  cannot  fail, 

Rock  of  our  refuge  and  Hope  of  Salvation, 
Light  to  direct  us  thro'  death's  gloomy  vale . 

Star  of  the  morning,  thy  brightness  declining, 
Shortly  must  fade  when  trie  sun  doth  arise; 

Beaming  refulgent,  his  glory  eternal; 

Shines  on  the  children  of  love  in  the  skies. 


song  12.    8.  6. 

And  let  this  feeble  body  fail, 

And  let  it  faint  or  die, 
My  soul  shall  quit  this  mournful  vale, 

And  soar  to  worlds  on  high ; 
Shall  join  the  disembodied  saints, 

And  find  its  long  sought  rest, 
That  only  joy  for  which  it  pants, 

In  the  Redeemer's  breast. 

In  hope  of  that  immortal  crown, 

I  now  the  cross  sustain  ; 
And  gladly  wander  up  and  down, 

And  smile  at  toil  and  pain. 


SONGS. 


185 


I  suffer  on  my  three-score  years, 

Till  my  deliverer  come, 
And  wipe  away  his  servant's  tears, 

And  take  his  exile  home. 

O,  what  has  Jesus  done  for  me ! 

Before  my  ravish 'd  eyes, 
Rivers  of  life  divine  I  see, 

And  trees  of  Paradise  ; 
I  see  a  world  of  spirits  bright 

Who  taste  the  blessing  there  ; 
They  all  are  rob'd  in  spotless  white, 

And  conquering  palms  they  bear. 

O,  what  are  all  my  sufferings  here, 

If,  Lord,  thou  count  me  meet, 
With  that  enraptur'd  host  t'  appear 

And  worship  at  thy  feet  ! 
Give  joy  or  grief — give  ease  or  pain — 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
But  life  and  friends  O  give  again, 

In  that  eternal  day. 


SONG  13.  ITS. 

With  gladness,  dear  brethren,  we  met  at  this 
place, 

To  speak  and  to  hear  of  God's  rich  and  free 
grace : 

For  all  that  are  needy,  afflicted  and  poor, 
The  Saviour  has  balsam  and  riches  in  store. 


186  SPIRITUAL 

If  hungry  and  thirsty,  and  burden'd  with 
guilt> 

For  you,  the  dear  Saviour,  his  blood  freely 
spilt; 

If  naked  and  wounded,  just  ready  to  die, 
He  waits  from  his  fulness  your  wants  to  sup- 
ply. 

You're  welcome,  poor  sinners,  no  longer  de- 
lay, 

The  gospel  invites  you  to  Jesus  to-day; 
If  you  are  but  willing  you  need  not  to  doubt. 
For  those  that  come  to  him  he  will  not  cast 
out. 

On  parting,  my  brethren,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
In  token  of  friendship,  that  uniting  band, 
Since  we  here  together  no  longer  can  stay, 
Be  sure  you  continue,  devoutly  to  pray. 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  belov'd  of  the 
Lord, 

The  footsteps  of  Jesus  you'll  find  in  his  word; 
Then  follow  your  Leader  wherever  he  goes, 
Stand  fast  and  unshaken  whatever  oppose. 

The  time  'tis  approaching  when  Christ  shall 
appear 

In  glory,  and  then  all  his  saints  shall  be  there, 
No  fear  then  of  parting,  no  grief  nor  com- 
plaint, 

Shall  ever  be  heard  from  the  tongue  of  a  saint. 


60NGS. 


187 


But  praise  and  thanksgiving  shall  be  our  em- 
ploy, 

Our  souls  always  feasting,yet  never  shall  cloy; 
New  scenes  then  unfolding,  new  joys  will  af- 
ford, 

All  glory  and  honor,  and  praise  to  the  Lord. 

SONG  14.     L.  M. 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing ; 
Their  theme  is  all — redeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 
With  admiration  they  behold. 
The  love  of  Christ  which  can't  be  told; 
They  view  themselves  on  Canaan's  shure. 
And  think  the  conflict  now  is  o*er. 
They  now  rejoice,  as  free  from  pain, 
And  think  their  enemies  are  slain  ; 
They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 
And  Satan  hurl'd  quite  down  to  hell. 
They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring 
With  joyful  hallelujahs  round, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 
But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel ; 
They  think  their  former  hopes  are  vain, 
They're  fill 'cl  with  sorrow,  grief  and  pain. 


188 


SPIRITUAL 


Where,  feeble  child,  is  now  thy  song? 
And  where's  the  music  of  thy  tongue  ? 
"Alas  !  I  fear  that  I'm  undone, 
"And  have  from  first  to  last  been  wrong." 

Come,  take  up  arms,  and  face  the  field  ; 
Gird  on  your  harness,  sword  and  shield ; 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  and  never  yield, 
And  soon  the  conquest  will  be  gain'd. 

If  Satan  comes  to  tempt  again, 

And  tells  you  that  our  King  was  slain ; 

Be  bold  to  say,  he  rose  again, 

And  promises  that  saints  shall  reign. 


SONG  15.     8.  7. 

Dearest  Lord,  thou  has  commanded 

All  thy  family  to  pray; 
Proinis'd  good  thou  hast  appointed 

Through  this  medium  to  convey. 

Yes,  to  all  thy  praying  people, 
Thou  hast  proinis'd  to  appear  ; 

And  thy  wondrous  condescension 
Honors  much  the  path  of  pray'r. 

Jesus,  thou  exalted  Saviour, 

On  thy  promise  we  rely  ? 
Comfort  every  mourning  spirit, 

Answer  ev'ry  feeble  cry. 


SONGS. 


189 


Vrom  thy  glorious  throne  of  mercy, 
Heav'nly  cordials  now  impart ; 

Exercise  thy  tender  pity 

O'er  the  sinner's  broken  heart. 

May  we  all  who  love  the  Saviour, 
Often  to  his  throne  repair; 

Feel  the  sweets  of  his  compassion 
While  engag'd  in  solemn  pray'r. 

Lord,  attend  our  supplications, 
Let  thy  mercies  on  us  roll ; 

Come,  O  come,  thou  kind  Redeemer, 
Comfort  ev'ry  praying  soul. 


SONG  16.     L.  M. 

I  long  to  see  the  season  come, 
"When  sinners  shall  come  flocking  home, 
To  taste  the  sweets  of  Jesus'  love, 
And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 

Hark  !  how  the  glorious  gospel  sounds, 
Inviting  sinners  all  around  ; 
Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands. 
And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 

Attend,  poor  sinners,  to  his  word, 
Kiss  him,  yea,  own  him  as  your  Lord, 
He'll  wash  you  in  atoning  blood, 
And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 


190 


SPIRITUAL 


A  few  more  days,  and  you  must  go 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  wo  ; 
In  worlds  of  light,  with  Christ  to  dwell, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns,  to  hell. 
Come,  then,  dear  sinners,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake  ; 
The  world  give  o'er,  leave  friends  behind 
In  Christ  you  shall  redemption  find. 
Take  your  companion  by  the  hand, 
And  all  your  children  in  a  band, 
And  give  them  up,  at  Jesus'  call, 
To  pardon,  bless,  and  save  them  all. 
Thus,  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  come, 
And  he  collect  his  children  home, 
On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  stand, 
And  join  the  bright  angelic  band. 
O,  what  a  glorious  company  ! 
May  I  be  there,  that  sight  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 


SONG  17.     10.  11. 

Dear  Jesus,  here  comes,  and  knocks  a;  ! 
door, 

A  beggar  for  crumbs,  distressed  and  po, 
Blind,  lame,  and  forsaken  ;  all  rolled  in  t  . 
At  length  overtaken,  while  running 
God. 


SONGS. 


191 


To  ask  children's  bread,  I  dare  not  presume, 
But.  Lord  to  be  fed  with  fragments,  I  come; 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table  O  let  me  obtain, 
For  sure  thou  art  able  my  soul  to  sustain. 

I  own  I  deserve  no  favor  to  see ; 
I  hated  thy  cause,  and  wandered  from  thee, 
'Till  brought  by  thy  spirit  my  folly  to  mourn; 
Now  stripp'd  of  all  merit,  to  thee  I  do  come. 

Great  God,  my  desert  is  nothing  but  death, 
From  thee  to  depart  forever  in  wrath  ; 
Yet,  Lord,  to  the  city  of  refuge  I  flee ; 

0  let  thine  eye  pity  a  sinner  like  me  ! 

For  since  thou  hast  said,  thou  wilt  cast  out 
none 

Who  flee  to  thine  aid,  as  sinners  undone  ; 

1  come,  precious  Jesus,  condemned  to  die, 
And  on  thy  svveetpromise  would  humbly  rely. 

Nor  can  I  depart,  dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 
'Till  feels  my  poor  heart  thy  promise  fulfill'd 
That  I  may  forever  a  monument  be, 
To  praise  the  dear  Saviour  of  sinners  like  me. 


song  18.    8.  6. 

Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long  ! 

'Tis  time  to  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to  thy  throne. 

And  to  my  native  skies  : 


192 


EriKlTUAL 


There  the  blest  man,  my  Saviour,  sits, 
The  God  !  how  bright  he  shines  ! 

And  scatters  infinite  delights 
On  all  the  happy  minds. 

Seraphs,  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  ; 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains 

With  an  immortal  sound : 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employs ; 

Jesus,  my  love,  they  sing  ! 
Jesus,  the  life  of  both  our  joys, 

Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 

Hark !  how,  beyond  the  narrow  bounds 

Of  time  and  space  they  run ; 
And  echo,  in  majestic  sounds, 

The  Godhead  of  the  Son  ! 
And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune, 

And  gentler  notes  they  play; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 

To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 

O  sacred  beauties  of  the  man  ! 

The  God  resides  within  ; 
His  flesh  all  pure,  without  a  stain, 

His  soul  without  a  sin. 
But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 

Silent  their  harps  abide ; 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 

The  God  that  lov'd  and  died. 


SONG& 


193 


Then,  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 

They  summon  every  chord, 
Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 

And  chant  the  rising  Lord. 
Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 

And  be  an  angel  too : 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear,  my  tongue, 

Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 

I  would  begin  the  music  here, 

And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
0  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 

My  passions  to  the  skies ! 
There,  ye  that  love  my  Saviour,  sit, 

There  I  would  fain  have  place, 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 

So  I  might  see  his  face. 


SONG  19.     C.  M. 

Brethren,  I  bid  you  all  farewell, 
And  from  my  very  heart, 

Affectionately  I  do  tell, 
That  you  and  I  must  part, 

And  if  I  see  you  not  again, 

I  trust  that  I  can  say, 
My  labor  shall  not  be  in  vain, 

That  I  have  spent  this  day. 


194 


SPIRITUAL 


[  trust  I  can  to  record  call, 

All  you  that  hear  me  now, 
I  have  declar'd  God's  counsel  all, 

As  he  did  me  endow. 

I  now  depart,  I  leave  you  here, 

I  leave  you  with  the  Lord, 
And  may  we  all  henceforth  appear 

To  be  of  one  accord. 

And  if  we  part  to  meet  no  more. 

While  we  on  earth  remain, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore, 

And  never  part  again. 

There  we  shall  join  to  sing  God's  praise, 

And  all  his  wonders  tell; 
And  triumph  in  his  holy  ways, 

So  brethren,  fare  you  well. 

SOXG  20.     8.  4. 

Hark!  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds  I 
Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds; 
And  Jesus  by  redeeming  blood 
Is  bringing  sinners  home  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word, 
To  endless  day. 

Hail !  all-victorious  conquering  King, 
By  all  the  heavenly  hosts  ador'd ; 
Who  undertook  for  fallen  man, 


SONGS. 


195 


And  brought  salvation  through  thy  name, 
That  we  with  thee  might  live  and  reign 
In  endless  day. 

Fight  on,  ye  conquering  saints,  fight  on, 
And  when  the  conquest  ye  have  won, 
Then  palms  of  victory  you  shall  bear, 
And  in  his  kingdom  have  a  share, 
And  crowns  of  glory  you  shall  wear 
In  endless  day. 

Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  once  was  spilt, 
To  save  the  lost  from  sin  and  guilt; 
Poor  sinners  now  may  come  to  God, 
And  find  salvation  through  thy  blood, 
And  sail,  by  faith,  upon  that  tlood, 
To  endless  day. 

Through  storms  and  calms  by  faith  we  steer, 
By  feeble  hope  and  gloomy  fear, 
'Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan's  shore, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more, 
And  then  we'll  shout,  all  trial's  o'er, 
To  endless  day. 

There  we  shall  in  sweet  chorus  join 
With  saints  and  angels — all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love  ; 
Where  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
For  this  shall  be  our  theme  above, 
In  endless  day. 


©2 


196 


SPIRITUAL 


song  21.    8.  7. 

Rejoice  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King; 
Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in  ; 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing  ; 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

0  may  the  saints  of  every  name 
Unite  to  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  ; 
May  jars  and  discord  cease  to  flame, 
And  all  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

1  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet  and  peace  divine, 

When  every  church  with  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

0  may  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  mourners  hear  the  bridegroom's  voice, 
While  songs  of  praise  each  tongue  employ, 
And  all  obtain  immortal  joy, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me  ? 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 
And  shout  with  me  eternally. 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


SONGS 


197 


Come,  who  will  march  to  win  the  prize, 
And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies, 
Where  love  and  union  never  dies, 
But  always  flows  through  Paradise  ? 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

My  soul  grows  happy  while  I  sing ; 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing; 
I'll  shout  salvation  to  my  King, 
'Till  I  To  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
Anu  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

Those  beauteous  fields  of  living  green 
Through  faith,  the  telescope,  are  seen; 
Though  Jordan's  billows  roll  between, 
We  soon  shall  cross  the  narrow  stream, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  woe, 
A  few  more  suif'rin'g  scenes  below, 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

The  rose  and  lily  there  shall  stand, 
In  holy  bloom  at  God's  right  hand ; 
O,  how  I  long  for  Canaan  s  land, 
And  there  to  join  the  shouting  band, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


Qh3 


198 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  22.     8.  7. 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
'  Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power; 
He  is  able,  &c. 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

|  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, 
Without  money 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
;    Nor  of  fitness,  fondly  dream  : 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 
This  he  gives  you, 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  glimm'ring  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
I  If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all — 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  1  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 


SONGS. 


On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ! 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 
"  It  is  finished  !" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 

Lo!  th'  incarnate  God  ascending, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  freely  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  : 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Saints  and  angels,  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name ; 
Hallelujah ! 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 


song  23.    7.  6. 

Co^fE,  my  friend,  and  let  us  try 

For  a  little  season, 
Every  burden  to  lay  by, 

Come  and  let  us  reason: 
"What  is  this  that  casts  thee  down  ? 

Who  are  those  that  grieve  thee? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known, 

Speaking  may  relieve  thee. 


200 


SPIRITUAL 


"  O!  I  sink  beneath  the  load 

"  Of  my  nature's  evil; 
"  FilPd  with  enmity  to  God, 

"Tempted  by  the  devil: 
"  Restless  as  the  troubled  sea  ; 

"  Feeble,  faint,  and  fearful, 
"Plagued,  with  every  sore  disease — 

"  How  can  I  be  cheerful  ?" 

Think  on  what  thy  Saviour  bore 

In  the  gloomy  garden, 
Sweating  blood  through  every  pore, 

To  procure  thy  pardon : 
View  him  stretch'd  upon  the  tree, 

All  thy  load  sustaining  ; 
See,  he  sutlers  this  for  thee  ! 

Therefore  cease  complaining. 

Joseph  took  the  body  down, 

Shrouded  it  in  linen  ; 
Laid  it  in  the  silent  tomb, 

And  return'd  in  mourning. 
Soon  he  rises  from  the  dead, 

Wipes  the  tears  of  Mary, 
Raises  Peter's  drooping  head — 

Comforts  all  the  weary. 

"  Once  I  had  this  pleasing  view, 
"  And  my  guilt  was  banish'd; 

"But  my  sins,  return'd  anew, 
"  Fill  my  soul  with  anguish  ; 


SONGS, 

"  Then  I  thought  nor  ease,  nor  pain, 
"  The  world,  nor  sin,  nor  satan, 

"  E'er  could  make  me  doubt  again — 
"Jesus  was  my  portion." 

Jesus!  O  transporting  name! 

Those  he's  once  forgiven,  « 
He  will  keep,  protect,  sustain, 

Bear  them  safe  to  heaven. 
Look  to  Calvary's  scenes  again, 

Seek  renew'd  forgiveness, 
See  the  cleansing,  healing  stream 

Pours  a  mighty  fulness! 

Peter  once  denied  his  Lord, 

Sunk  in  deep  dejection, 
Mourn'd  beneath  a  guilty  load — 

Christ  extends  compassion ! 
Other  souls,  as  vile  as  thine, 

Have  obtain'd  his  favor, 
All  that  hate  and  leave  their  sins 

Love  the  blessed  Saviour. 

"Now,  with  joy  and  grief,  I  see 

"  That  I  should  not  murmur ; 
"  Come,  my  friends,  and  join  with  me, 

"Help  me  praise  the  Saviour! 
"Now  I  feel  his  cheering  grace, 

"  All  my  sins  forgiven  ; 
"Now  I  view  his  smiling  face — 

"Hallelujah!  praise  him. 
g5 


202 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  24.  ll's. 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word, 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 
said, 

Who  unto  the  'Saviour  for  refuge  have  fled? 

In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth; 
At  home,  or  abroad, -on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
'As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 
ever  be.' 

'Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay'd! 
'I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  the,e  aid  ; 
'  I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand, 
'Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

'When  thro'  th'  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
'  The  rivers  of  wo  shall  not  thee  overflow ; 
'Fori  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
'And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

•When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
'My  grace,  all-sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply, 
'The  (lame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
'Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

'  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall 
prove, 

'  My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 


SONGS. 


203 


'And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn, 

'Like  lambs,  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 
borne. 

'The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
'  I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  his  foes ; 
'That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 
to  shake, 

4  I'll  never,  no  never,  no  never  forsake  ! 


song  25.    7.  6. 

Come  all  ye  weary  travellers, 

Now  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  everlasting  praises 

Of  Jesus,  our  great  King 
We've  had  a  tedious  journey, 

And  tiresome,  'tis  true, 
But  see  how  many  dangers 

The  Lord  has  brought  us  through. 

At  first,  when  Jesus  found  us, 

He  called  us  unto  him, 
And  pointed  out  the  danger 

Of  falling  into  sin. 
The  world,  the  flesh  and  satan 

Would  prove  a  fata!  snare, 
Unless  we  did  reject  them 

By  faith  and  humble  prayer. 
G6 


204: 


SPIRITUAL  ' 


But,  by  our  disobedience, 

With  sorrow  we  confess. 
We  have  had  long;  to  wander 

In  a  dark  wilderness  ! 
V»  here  we  might  have  fainted 

In  that  enchanted  ground, 
But  now  and  then  a  cluster 

Of  pleasant  grapes  we  found. 

•  The  pleasant  fruits  of  Canaan 

Give  life,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Revive  our  drooping  spirits, 

And  love  and  strength  increase  j 
To  confess  our  Lord  and  Master, 

And  run  at  his  command, 
And  hasten  on  our  journey 

Unto  the  promis'd  land. 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  patience. 

We're  made  for  to  rejoice, 
And  Jesus  and  his  people 

Forever  are  our  choice. 
In  srace  and  consolation 

We  now  are  going  on 
The  pleasing  way  to  Canaan, 

WThere  Jesus  Christ  is  gone. 

Sinners,  why  stand  you  idle, 
Wrhile  we  do  march  along  ? 

Has  conscience  never  told  you 
That  you  are  going  wrong? 


SONGS. 


205 


Down  the  broad  road  to  darkness, 
To  bear  an  endless  curse  ? 

Forsake  your  ways  of  sinning, 
And  come  and  go  with  us. 

But  if  you  will  refuse  it, 

"We  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
We're  on  the  road  to  Canaan, 

And  you  the  road  to  hell. 
We're  sorry  for  to  leave  you  ; 

We'd  rather  you  would  go  ; 
Cotne,  try  a  bleeding  Saviour, 

And  see  the  waters  flow. 

Now  to  the  King  Immortal, 

Be  everlasting  praise  ; 
For  in  his  holy  service 

We  long  to  spend  our  days  ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Canaan, 

The  celestial  world  above, 
With  everlasting  wonder 

To  praise  redeeming  love. 


60XG  26.    9.  8. 

Come  all  ye  people,  of  my  nation, 
Come  listen  awhile,  and  I'll  relate 

The  wonders  of  my  sad  condition, 
And  how  I  travel 'd  from  that  state. 


206 


SPIRITUAL 


I  was  born  blind,  to  sin  inclin'd, 
As  all  the  race  of  Adam  were ; 

Full  sixteen  years  I  was  delighted, 
In  civil  mirth,  and  void  of  fear. 

One  time,  unthoughted,  I  went  to  meeting. 

And  heard  a  woman  relating  there, 
Her  travel  from  her  dreadful  station, 

And  how  she  came  the  Lord  to  fear. 
I  saw  while  she  was  thus  relating, 

The  awful  state  that  I  was  in  ; 
I  saw  my  soul  was  unconverted, 

And  always  had  been  dead  in  sin. 
Then  I  began  to  think  of  praying. 

And  trying  for  to  seek  the  Lord  ; 
But  still  my  soul  was  much  distressed  ; 

Before  I  unto  Jesus  cried. 

Then  I  began  to  seek  for  pardon, 
And  cry  to  God  my  soul  to  save, 

I  left  my  ways  of  light  diversion, 
And  then  God's  mercy  I  did  crave. 

My  sins  began  like  pointed  mountains, 
To  stand  against  me  every  day ; 

My  sins  I  often  was  recounting, 
But  all  in  vain,  my  grief  to  allay. 

One  night,  while  thinking  on  the  Saviour, 
And  what  he'd  done  lor  sinful  man, 

I  thought  myself  was  out  of  favor, 
And  ne'er  his  goodness  should  obtain. 


SONGS. 


207 


Mount  Sinai's  thunder  roar'd  against  mo, 

Not  only  for  my  outward  sin, 
But  in  my  heart  I  ?aw  a  fountain, 

Which  made  my  actions  all  unclean. 

I  saw  myself  justly  condemn'd, 

And  thought  my  soul  to  hell  must  go; 

But  still  I  cried  thy  mercy  extended, 

Would  make  my  soul  thy  goodness  know. 

While  I  was  thus  desiring  a  fountain, 

Those  words  with  pow'rdid  run  through  me 

Well  Christ  remembers  Calvary's  mountain, 
Nor  lets  his  saints  forgetful  be. 

Oh,  then  by  faith  I  thought  I  view'd  him; 
As  hanging  on  the  accursed  tree: 

0  then  my  soul  was  much  uplifted; 
I  then  believ'd  he  died  for  me. 

Come,  Christians,  join  with  me  in  praising 
The  blessed  Lamb  of  Calvary; 

1  hope  to  praise  hnn  while  I'm  living, 
And  after  death  eternally. 


SONG  27.     8.  7. 

Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
And  all  my  passions  capture  ; 

Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine, 
Infusing  warmest  rapture. 


208  SPIRITUAL 


I  dive  in  pleasures  deep  and  full, 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 
And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 

And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

I  feast  on  honey,  milk  and  wine; 

I  drink  perpetual  sweetness  ; 
Mount  Zion's  glories  through  me  shine, 

While  Christ  unfolds  his  greatness: 
No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 

Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them ; 
Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 

Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems, 

My  captivated  spirits  fly 

Thro'  shining  worlds  of  beauty;' 
Dissolv'd  in  blushes,  loud  I  cry, 

In  praises  loud  and  mighty:" 
And  here  I'll  sing  and  swell  the  strains,';  ] 

Of  harmony,  delighted, 
And  with  the  millions  learn  the  notes 

Of  saints,  in  Christ  united. 

The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above, 

Through  those  in  glory  seated, 
Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated ; 
Darts  through  my  soul  with  radiant  beams, 

Constraining  loudest  praises  ;1 
O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 

While  all  within  me  blazes.. 


SONGS. 


200 


When  earth  and  seas  shall  be  no  more, 

And  all  their  glories  perish  ; 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine, 

And  stars  at  midnight  languish, 
My  joys,  refin'd,  shall  brighter  shine, 

Mount  heaven's  radiant  g\ory, 
And  tell,  through  one  eternal  day, 

Love's  all-immortal  story. 

song  28.    6.  8. 

What  contradictions  meet 

In  ministers'  employ! 
It  is  a  bitter  sweet, 

A  sorrow  full  of  joy; 
No  other  post  affords  a  place 
For  equal  honor  and  disgrace  ! 

Who  can  describe  the  pain, 
Which  faithful  preachers  feel, 

Constrain'd  to  speak  in  vain, 
To  hearts  as  hard  as  steel  ? 

But  who  can  tell  the  pleasures  felt, 

When  stubborn  hearts  begin  to  melt ! 

The  Saviour's  dying  love, 

The  soul's  amazing  worth, 
Their  utmost  efforts  move, 

And  draw  their  bowels  forth  ; 
They  pray  and  strive,  their  rest  departs, 
Till  Christ  be  form'd  in  sinners'  hearts. 


210 


SPIRITUAL 


If  some  small  hope  appear, 

They  still  are  not  content; 
But  with  a  jealous  fear,  ' 

They  watch  for  the  event ; 
Too  oft  they  find  their  hope  deceiv'd, 
Then  how  their  inmost  souls  are  griev'd 

But  when  their  pains  succeed, 

And  from  the  tender  blade, 
The  ripening  ears  proceed, 

Their  toils  are  overpaid  ! 
No  harvest  joys  can  equal  theirs, 
To  find  the  fruit  of  all  their  cares. 


HYMN   29.  8\S. 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love  ! 

His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name  : 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
And  feel  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

He  freely  redeem'd  with  his  blood, 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 

To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell  ; 

To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light : 
With  saints,  and  with  seraphs  to  sing 


SONGS.  211 

To  view,  with  eternal  delight, 
My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  iny  King. 

In  Meshech,  as  yet,  I  reside, 

A.  darksome  and  restless  abode  ! 
Molested  with  foes  on  each  side, 

And  longing  to  dwell  with  my  God :  ^ 
Oh,  when  shall  my  .-pirit  exchange 

This  cell  of  corruptible  clay 
For  mansions  celestial,  and  range 

Through  realms  of  ineffable  day  ! 

My  glorious  Redeemer!  I  long 

To  see  thee  descend  on  the  cloud, 
Amidst  the  bright  numberless  throng, 

And  mix  with  the  triumphing  crowd  ! 
Oh,  when  wilt  thou  bid  me  ascend, 

To  join  in  thy  praises  above, 
To  gaze  on  thee,  world  without  end, 

And  feast  on  thy  ravishing  love  ? 

Nor  sorrow,  nor  sickness,  nor  pain, 

Nor  sin,  nor  temptation,  nor  fear, 
Shall  ever  molest  me  again, 

Perfection  of  glory  reigns  there  : 
This  soul  and  this  body  shall  shine 

In  robes  of  salvation  and  praise, 
And  banquet  on  pleasures  divine, 

Where  God  his  full  beauty  displays. 

Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 


212 


SPIRITUAL 


Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds., 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away  : 

The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine; 

My  jo)'  everlastingly  flows, — 
My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine. 

BONO  30.     8.  6. 

0,  happy  time,  long  waited  for, 

The  comfort  of  my  heart ; 
Since  I  have  met  the  saints  once  more, 

O,  may  we  never  part. 
Temptations  cease  to  break  my  peace, 

And  all  my  sorrows  die  ; 
When  I  with  you  rny  love  renew, 

O,  what  a  heaven  have  I ! 

My  sorrow's  past,  and  I  at  last 

"Have  heavenly  comforts  found  ; 
My  heart  to  Jesus  I  have  given, 

And  I'm  for  Canaan  bound. 
If  fellowship  with  saints  below, 

Is  to  our  souls  so  sweet, 
What  heavenly  comforts  shall  we  know, 

When  round  his  throne  we  meet ! 

While  here  we  sit  and  sing  his  love, 

With  rapture  so  divine, 
With  patience  more  like  those  above, 

While  in  these  songs  we  join, 


BOXGS. 

Our  hearts  are  filPd  with  holy  zeal, 

We  long  to  see  the  King ; 
We  long  to  reach  those  heavenly  hills, 

Where  saints  and  angels  sing. 

Sinners,  come  try,  you  that  stand  by, 

You  may  be  happy  too; 
Christ  died  tor  all  that  on  him  call, 

Sinners  he  died  for  yon. 
If  I  could  know  which  of  you'd  go, 
.  I'd  take  you  by  the  hand, 
And  lead  you  on  the  way  Christ's  gone 

Toward  the  heavenly  land. 

On  the  other  hand,  if  you  will  stand 

Just  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
I'll  first  you  warn,  then  my  back  turn, 

And  bid  you  all  farewell ; 
For  I  must  go  to  Christ,  I  know, 

I  long  with  him  to  dwell : 
The  saints,  also,  will  bid  adieu ; 

Poor  sinners,  all  farewell. 


SONG  31.  Ts. 

Hark!  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  , 
'Tis  the  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee — 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 


2U 


SPIRITUAL 


"1  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 
"And  when  wounded,  heal'd  thy  wound 
"Sought  thee  Wand'riiig,  set  thee  right, 
"  Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

"  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 

"  Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 

"  Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 

"  Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

"  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
"  Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
"Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
"Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

"  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
"  When  the  work  of  grace  is  done — 
"  Partner  of  my  throne  shall  be — 
"  Say,  poor  sinners,  lovest  thou  me  !'" 

Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  cold  and  faint; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  I  adore — 
O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

song  32.     8.  7.  8.  8.  8. 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  probation  given  ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow — 

There's  nothing  true  but  heaven. 


SONGS. 


21 


Poor  wand'rers  of  a  stormy  day, 
From  wave  to  wave  we're  driven, 

And  fancy's  flash,  and  reasons  ray, 
) Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way — ■ 
There's  nothing  calm  but  heaven. 

And  false  the  light  on  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  at  even, 
And  genius'  bud,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb — 

There's  nothing  bright  but  heaven. 

And  where 's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer, 

The  heart  with  anguish  riven  ? 
For  sorrow's  sigh  and  troubles  tear 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here — 
There's  nothing  kind  but  heaven. 

In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven  ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace — 

There's  nothing  good  but  heaven. 

From  such  as  walk  in  wisdom's  road, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 
They're  washed  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  ther  way  to  heaven. 

THE  CONTRAST. 

"This  world's  not  all  a  fleeting  show. 
For  man's  illusion  given  ;" 


216 


SPIRITUAL 


He  that  hath  sooth'd  a  widow's  wo, 
Or  wip'd  an  orphan's  tear,  doth  know 
There's  something  here  of  heaven. 

And  lie  that  walks  life's  thorny  way, 

With  feelings  calm  and  even  ; 
Whose  path  is  lit  from  day  to  day, 
By  virtue's  bright  and  steady  ray, 
Hath  something  felt  of  heaven. 

He  that  the  Christian  course  has  run, 

And  all  his  foes  forgiven  ; 
Who  measures  out  life's  little  span, 
In  love  to  God,  in  love  to  man, 

On  earth  has  tasted  heaven. 


SONG  33.  ll's 

The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and 
love  ! 

In  Eden  once  flowing  in  streams  from  above; 
Refresh'd,  every  moment,the  first  happy  pair, 
Till  sin  stopp'd  the  current  and  brought  in 
despair. 

0  wretched  condition  !  what  anguish  and 
pain, 

They  thirst  for  a  fountain,  but  seek  it  in  vain! 
To  sin's  bitter  waters  they  fly  for  relief, 
They  drink,  and  the  draught  increases  their 
grief. 


SONGS.  217 

[Glad  .tidings,  glad  tidings,  no  more  we  com- 
plain, 

Our  Jesus  has  open'd  the  fountain  again  ! 
fiVow,  mingled  with  mercy,  enrich'd  with 
I       free  grace, 

In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  come  sinners  and  taste. 

How  happy  the  prospect,  how  pleasant  the 

road, 

When  led  down  the  stream  by  the  angel  of 

God  ; 

Though  narrow  at  first,  yet  we  find  it  at 
.  last, 

A  river  so  boundless  it  cannot  be  pass'd. 

Come  sinners,  poor  sinners,  'tis  boundless 
and  free ; 

[In  Zion  'tis  flowing,  'tis  open'd  for  thee  ; 
[This  water  has  virtue  to  heal  all  complaints, 
[Come  drink,  ye  diseas'd,  and  rejoice  with 
the  saints. 

Say  not,  I'm  a  sinner,  and  must  not  partake; 
For  this  very  reason  the  Lord  bids  you  take  ; 
Say  not  too  unworthy,  the  vilest  of  all, 
For  such,  (not  the  righteous)  the  Lord  came 
to  call. 

Ho  !  all  ye  sinners,  ye  halt  and  ye  blind, 
Ye  penitent  mourners,  here  life  you  may 
find  ; 


218  SPIRITUAL 

The  spirit  invites  you,  the  bride  bids  yoi 

come, 

O  call  all  your  neighbors,  for  yet  there  i 
room. 


SONG  34.  8's. 

My  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
Our  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 
Your  presence  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear ; 
And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart. 

How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray; 
How  loath  I  have  been  to  leave  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 
O  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  it  would  cheer  my  struggling  mind! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand,. 
That  we  must  take  ihe  parting  hand. 

How  oft  I've  seen  the  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears, 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 


SOXGS, 


219 


le  mourning:  souls  in  sad  surprise, 
esus  remembers  all  your  cries  ; 
)  taste  his  grace  in  all  that  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 


soxg  35.    12.  11. 

Farewell  my  dear  kindred,  whose  love 

needs  no  token, 
To  think  I  must  leave  you,  grief  pains  my 

poor  heart ; 
With  parents,  the  tenderest  of  ties  must  be 

broken, 

And  brothers  and  sisters,  with  you  I  must 
part. 

rho'  you  I  must  leave,  yet  in  hope  of  sal- 
vation, 

I  freely  can  part  with  each  friend  and  rela- 
tion, 

Ind  patiently  wander  throughout  wide  crea- 
tion, 

To  point  dying  sinners  to  Jesus'  blood. 

farewell  my  dear  brethren,  in  Jesus  my  Sa- 
viour, 

With  whom  I  so  often  sweet  counsel  have 
took; 

still  press  on  your  journey,  watch  well  your 
behavior, 


220  SPIRITUAL 

Obey  Christ's  commands  and  for  strength 
to  him  look  ; 
My  Saviour  commands  me,  and  I  must  now 
leave  you, 

But  hush  !  sad  emotions,  let  parting  not 
grieve  you,  # 
Rejoice  in  that  day  when  I  hope  to  receive 
you, 

When  parting  and  sorrow  shall  pain  us  no 
more. 

Farewell,  young  companions,  who  long  have 
been  sporting, 
In  sin's  giddy  maze,  where  I  once  careless 
trod  ; 

There,  happiness  long  you  have  vainly  been 
seeking, 

Where  you  ne'er  can  find  it :  O  turn  to 
my  God  ! 

For  you  I  still  mourn  while  I  view  your 
condition, 

I  tremble  lest  you  may  sink  into  perdition! 
0  turn  to  the  Saviour,  the  soul's  grand  phy- 
sician, 

Who  now  stands  inviting  and  bidding  you 
come. 

Farewell  old  and  young,  sinners,  brethren  and 
kindred, 

Once  more  with  affection  I  bid  )'ou  adieu ! 
My  Saviour  commands  me,  I  must  not  be 
hindered, 


SONGS. 


221 


The  way  lies  before  me,  and  I  must  pur- 
sue. 

O  Jesus,  be  with  me,  my  friend  and  my  Sa- 
viour, 

Protect  and  defend  me  from  all  harm  and 
danger, 

To  heaven  at  last  bring  this  exile  and  stran- 
ger, 

To  sing  hallelujah  forever  above. 

SONG  36.     C.  M. 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame, 

And  bear  the  cross  for  me  ! 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  thy  name, 

Or  thy  disciple  be  ? 

Forbid,  my  Lord,  that  I  should  dread 

To  sutler  pain  or  loss  ; 
But  in  thy  footsteps  let  me  tread, 

And  glory  in  thy  cross, 

Inspire  my  soul  with  life  divine, 

And  holy  courage  bold , 
Let  knowledge,  faith  and  meekness  shine, 

Nor  love,  nor  zeal  grow  cold. 

Say  to  my  soul,  why  dost  thou  fear, 

"  The  face  of  feeble  man  ? 
"Behold  thy  heavenly  Captain  here, 

"  Before  thee  in  the  van." 


222 


SPIRITUAL 


O,  how  my  soul  would  up  and  run, 
At  that  transporting  word  ! 

Nor  any  painful  suffering  shun, 
To  follow  thee,  my  Lord. 

To  thee  I  cheerfully  submit, 
And  all  my  powers  resign  ; — 

Let  wisdom  point  out  what  is  fit, 
And  I'll  no  more  repine. 


SONG  37.  8's. 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature, 
Of  the  ruined  sons  of  nature — 

Jesus  reigns ! 
He  reizns  victorious, 
Over  Heaven  and  earth  most  glorious. 

Jesus  reigns! 

See  the  royal  banner  flying ; 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor, 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour. 

Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Olfer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 


SONGS. 


223 


'Tvvas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
And  for  you  was  crucified, 
Conquer'd  death  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal  through  him  given  ! 

Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  forever! 
Oh,  now  fly  unto  the  Saviour. 

Here  is  wine,  and  rnik,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money  ; 
Mercies  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

Shout  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
Christ  has  died  for  your  salvation  ! 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
Shout  aloud  the  proclamation. 

Shout,  ye  saints,  and  joyful  mention, 
Him  who  wrought  out  your  redemption, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 

Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire ; 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher; 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  all  the  bright  world  of  glory. 


224 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  38.     C.  M. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

O  how  I  long  for  thee  ; 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 

Thy  streets  are  pav'd  with  gold. 

Thy  garden  and  thy  pleasant  green, 
My  study  long  have  been  ; 

Such  sparkling  light  by  human  sight, 
Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

Is  heaven  thus  glorious,  O  my  Lord  ! 

Why  should  I  stay  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 

To  die  and  go  from  hence. 

Reach  down,  reach  down  thine  arm  of 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  sabbaths  never  end. 

Jesus,  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 

Him  will  I  go  and  see  ; 
And  all  my  brethren  here  below 

Will  soon  come  after  me. 


SONGS. 


225 


My  friends,  I  bid  you  all  adieu, 

I  leave  you  in  God's  care  ; 
And  should  I  here  no  more  see  you 
Go  on,  I'll  meet  you  there. 

There  we  shall  meet  and  part  no  more, 
And  heaven  shall  ring  with  praise  ; 

While  Jesus'  love  in  every  heart, 
Shall  tune  the  song  free  grace. 

When  we've  been  there  ten  thousand  years. 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun, 
We've  no  less  days  to  sing  God's  praise. 

Than  when  we  first  begun. 

Millions  of  years  around  may  run, 

Our  songs  will  still  go  on, 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Ahd  Spirit,  three  in  one. 


song  39.    8.  7.  4.  8. 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 

Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 

Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 
How  the  summons  will  the  sinner's  heart 
confound ! 

See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 
Cloth'd  in  majesty  divine  ! 
n 


226 


SPIRITUAL 


Yon  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  !" 
Gracious  Saviour,  own  me  in  that  day  for 
thine ! 

At  his  call,  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea; 

All  the  pow'rs  of  nature  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner,  what  will  then  become  of 
thee  ? 

Horrors  past  imagination, 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 

"Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart! 
Thou  with  satan  and  his  angels  have  thy 
part!" 

Satan,  who  now  tries  to  please  you, 

Lest  you  timely  warning  take, 
When  that  word  is  past,  will  seize  you, 

Plunge  you  in  the  burning  lake  : 
Think,  poor  sinner,  thy  eternal  all's  at  stake! 

But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Lov'd  and  serv'd  the  Lord  below, 

He  will  say,  "Come  near  ye  blessed, 
"  See  the  kingdom  I  bestow ; 

"  You,  forever  shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

Under  sorrows  and  reproaches, 
May  this  thought  your  courage  raise  ; 


SONGS. 


Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 

Sighs  shall  then  be  chang'd  to  praise 
We  shall  triumph  when  the  world  is  in  a  bl 


SONG  40.  7. 

Children"  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  lathers  trod ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

O  ye  banish 'd  seed  be  glad  ! 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 
Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. 

Shout,  ye  little  flock  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepar'd, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismay'd  go  on. 
n2 


228  SPIRITUAL 


Lord,  submissive  make  us  go. 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 


som  41.    8.  6. 

Arise  and  shine,  0  Zion,  fair, 

Behold  thy  light  is  come; 
Thy  glorious,  conqu'ring  king  is  near; 

To  take  his  exiles  home  : 
The  trumpet's  thundering  through  the  skies, 

To  set  poor  captives  free  : 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  come, 

The  year  of  jubilee. 

Ye  heralds,  blow  the  trumpet  loud, 

Throughout  the  earth  and  sky ; 
Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold  the  judgment's  nigh  ! 
Enthron'd  on  clouds,  the  Judge  descends. 

Inviting  saints  to  come, 
And  angels  whisper  us  away 

To  their  eternal  home. 

"Arise!  ye  nations,  from  the  tomb, 

Before  the  Judge  appear!" 
All  tongues  and  languages  must  come. 

Their  final  doom  to  hear. 


SONGS. 


229 


Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth, 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  ; 
Let  nature  groan  in  pangs  of  death— 

The  moon  be  turn'd  to  blood  ! 

The  joyful  news  of  gospel  grace, 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more  ; 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  ther  walls, 

And  with  their  llocks  above, 
They  join  with  all  the  heavenly  host9 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 

Behold  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 

With  glory  in  his  view  ; 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eye9, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu  ! 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loath  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 

And  leaves  them  all  below. 

Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I  hope  to  meet  you  there  ; 
Although  you  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold,  and  never  fear; 
Tight  on,  fight  on,  ye  conquering  souls, 

The  heavenly  land's  in  view; 
I  soon  shall  gain  fair  Canaan's  shore, 

And  hope  to  meet  with  you. 


230 


SPIRITUAL 


soxo  42.    8.  8.  8.  8.  7.  • 

While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
And  veil  their  faces  with  their  wings, 
Each  saint  on  earth  his  Jesus  sings, 
And  joins  to  praise  the  King  of  kings, 
That  sav'd  his  soul  from  ruin. 

But  sinners,  fond  of  earthly  toys, 
Mock  ana  deride,  while  saints  rejoice  ; 
They  close  their  ears  at  Jesus'  voice ; 
They  make  the  world  and  sin  their  choice. 
And  force  their  way  to  ruin. 

The  preachers  warn  them  night  and  day; 
For  them,  the  Christians  weep  and  pray; 
But  sinners  laugh  and  turn  away, 
And  join  the  wicked,  vain,  and  gay, 
And  throng  the  road  to  ruin. 

Sometimes  by  preaching,  sinners  see 
They're  doom'd  to  hell  and  misery; 
To  turn  to  God  they  then  agree, 
But  O!  'tis  wicked  company 
That  leads  them  on  to  ruin. 

Sometimes,  when  nothing  else  will  do, 
Affliction  will  his  danger  sho\v, 
And  bring  the  haughty  sinner  low  ; 
Then  he'll  repent,  and  pray,  and  vow 
To  leave  the  road  to  ruin. 


SONGS. 


231 


In  dreadful  visions  of  the  night, 
The  Lord  doth  guilty  souls  affright, 
They  tremble  at  the  awful  sight, 
But  often,  with  the  morning  light, 
Pursue  the  road  to  ruin. 

When  every  way  is  tried  in  vain, 
No  more  the  Spirit  strives  with  man; 
The  blow  is  struck — the  sinner's  slain — > 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt,  and  fear  and  pain, 
He  sinks  in  endless  ruin  ! 

O  sinners,  turn — long  lime  you've  stood 
Oppos'd  to  God  and  all  that's  good  ; 
Lay  down  your  arms,  submit  to  God, 
And  thus  he  sav'd  through  Jesus'  blood, 
From  sin  and  endless  ruin. 


SONG  43.     8.  6. 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 

Where  my  possessions  lie. 
O,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  array'd  in  living  green, 

And  rivers  of  delight. 

There  gen'rous  fruits  that  never  fail, 
On.  trees  immortal  grow  ; 
h4 


232  SPIRITUAL 


There  rocks,  and  brooks,  and  hills,  and  vales 

With  milk  and  honey  flow. 
O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day; 
There  God,  the  Son  forever  reigns, 

And  scatters  night  away. 

No  chilling  winds,  nor  pois'nous  breath, 

Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  : 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 

Are  felt  and  fear'd  no  more. 
When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 

And  be  forever  bless'd  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Fa'her's  face, 

And  in  his  bosom  rest? 

Fill'd  with  delight,  my  raptur'd  soul 

Can  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Tho'  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 

Fearless  I'd  launch  away: 
With  joy  exchange  all  earthly  things, 

For  God's  eternal  love  ; 
Ye  angel  bands  expand  your  wings, 

And  bear  my  soul  above. 

SONG  44.     8.  7. 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading. 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heav'n  he's  interceding, 

Undertaking  sinner's  part. 


SONGS* 


233 


CHORUS. 
Sinners  can  you  slight  this  Sai'iour? 

Will  yon  thrust  him  from  your  armsl 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

Now  he  pleads  his  sweat  and  bloodshed, 

Shows  his  wounded  hands  and  feet; 
Father,  save  them,  though  they're  bloodred, 

Raise  them  to  a  heavenly  seat. 
Sinners,  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day; 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 

O  repent!  return  and  pray. 
O  be  wise  before  you  languish 

On  the  bed  of  dying  strife  ? 
Endiess  joy,  or  dreadlul  anguish, 

Turn  upon  th'  events  of  life. 
Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  1-ioks  on  thee ; 
See,  what  kindness,  love  and  pity, 

Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 
Open  now  your  hearts  before  him; 

Bid  the  Saviour  welcome  in  ; 
Now  receive,  and  O,  adore  him  ! 

Take  a  full  discharge  from  sin. 
Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more  ; 
O  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 

Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store. 
h5 


234 


SPIRITUAL 


SOXG  45.  1. 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ?* 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  may  glowing  hope  expire; 
Oft  may  wearied  love  retire  ; 
Oft  may  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  a  burning  sky: 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
Oft  may  we  all  meet  again. 

When  these  burnish'd  locks  are  gray, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine, 
May  this  long-lovM  bow'r  remain, 
Here  may  we  all  meet  again  ! 

When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled ; 
When  its  Wasting  lamps  are  dead ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

*  Composed,  with  a  little  variation,  by  three  Indians, 
who  were  educated  at  Dartmouth  College,  at  their 
last  interview  beneath  a  favorite  bower. 


songs.  235 


song  4G.    8.  G. 

Attend,  young  friends,"while  I  relate 

Tlie  dangers  you  are  in, 
The  evils  that  around  you  wait, 

While  subject  unto  sin. 
Although  you  flourish  like  the  rose, 

While  in  its  branches  green, 
Your  sparkling  eye  in  death  must  close, 

Nu  more  will  you  be  seen. 

In  silent'shades  you  mu  st  lie  down, 

Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell, 
Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  round. 

And  bid  a  long  farewell. 
How  small  this  world  will  then  appear, 

At  that  tremendous  hour, 
When  you" Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear, 

And  feel  his  mighty  power. 

In  vain  you'll  mourn,  your  days  are  past* 

Alas,  those  days  are  gone, 
Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last, 

And  never  to  return. 
O  come  this  moment  and  begin, 

While  life's  sweet  moments  last; 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  forsake  all  sin, 

And  he'll^l'orgive  what's  past. 

h6 


236 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  47.     C.  M. 

Ye  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice, 

Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace  ; 
He  says,  and  in  it,  O  rejoice, 

"  In  me  ye  shall  have* peace." 

Though  storms  and  tempests  round  you  roar 

And  foes  and  fears  increase  ; 
He  says,  and  what  could  he  say  more, 

"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 

Your  troubles  still  increase; 
He  says,  and  O  how  sweet  the  sound  I 

"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

What  though  your  hearts  with  sorrow  bleed » 

And  sighs  and  tears  increase  ; 
He  says,  and  it  is  true  indeed, 

"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

Tho'  you  shall  pass  thro'  death's  cold  flood. 

To  gain  your  wish'd  release, 
He  says,  and  sure  he'll  make  it  good, 

"  In  me  ye  shall  have  peace." 

When  you  his  face  in  glory  view, 

Where  joy  can  ne'er  decrease, 
Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 

"  In  bini  ye  shall  have  peace*" 


BONG& 


60NG  48.     C.  M. 

Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love. 

Oh  Lord  !  remember  me. 

Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace. 

Remember  Calvary  ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans. 

And  then  remember  me. 

Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 

Oh  Lord!  remember  me. 

I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free  : 
Then  in  thy  all  abounding  grace. 

Oh  Lord!  remember  me. 

Howe'er  forsaken  or  distress'd, 

Howe'er  oppress'd  I  be  ; 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 

Do  thou  remember  me. 

And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
And  creature  helps  all  flee, 

Then,  oh  my  great  Redeemer,  God  i 
I  pray  remember  me. 


238 


SPIRITUAL 


song  49.    7.  6.  7.  6.  8.  6 

Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain. 

To  thee  I  humbly  pray ; 
Heal  me  of  my  grief  and  pain, 

O  take  my  sins  away. 
From'this  bondage,  Lord  release  ; 

No  longer  let  me  be  opprest, 
Jesus,  master  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 

Wilt  thou  cast  a  sinner  out, 

Who  humbly  comes  to  thee  ? 
No,  my  God  I  cannot  doubt, 

Thy  mercy  is  for  me: 
Let  me  then  obtain  the  grace, 

And  be  of  paradise  possest; 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 

Worldly  good  I  do  not  want, 

Be  that  to  others  given  ; 
Only  for  thy  love  I  pant, 

My  all  in  earth  or  heaven. 
This  the  crown  I  fain  would  seize, 

The  good  wherewith  I  would  be  blest; 
Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 

And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 

This  delight  I  fain  would  prove, 
And  then  resign  my  breath, 


SONGS. 


239 


Join  the  happy  few  whose  love, 
Was  mightier  than  death! 

Let  it  not  my  Lord  displease, 

That  I  would  die  to  be  thy  guest ! 

Jesus,  master,  seal  my  peace, 
And  take  me  to  thy  breast ! 


SONG  50.     12.  11. 

Ye  children  of  Zion,  now  bound  to  the 
kingdom, 

Attune  all  your  voices,  and  help  me  to  sing, 
Sweet  anthems  of  praises  to  my  blessed  Jesus 
For  he  is  my  prophet,  my  priest  and  my  king. 
When  Jesus  first  found  me  to  hell  I  was 
going ; 

His  love  did  surround  me,  and  save  me  from 
ruin, 

He  kindly  received  me,  and  from  guilt 

releiv'd  me, 
And  taught  me  aloud,  his  sweet  praises  to 

sing. 

Why  should  you  go  wand'ring  from  such  a 
Physician 

Who's  able  and  willing  your  sickness  to  cure? 
Come  to  him  believing,  tho'  bad  your  con~ 
dition, 

His  Father  has  promis'd  your  case  to  ensure; 


240  SPIRITUAL 

My  soul  he  has  healed,  my  heart  it  rejoices. 
He's  brought  me  to  Zion  to  hear  the  glad 
voices, 

I'll  serve  him,  and  praise  him,  and  always 
adore  him, 

Till  we  meet  in  glory,  where  parting's  no 
more. 

My  heart's  now  in  heavpn  to  Jesus  ascended 
I'm  bound  to  press  forward  to  the  mark  of 
the  prize, 

And  when  my  temptations  and  trials  are 
ended. 

On  th'  wings  of  bright  seraphs  I  hope  to 
arise  ; 

0  Christians  !  I'm  happy  in  this  contempla- 

tion, 

My  soul  is  refresh'd  with  the  streams  of 
salvation, 

1  long  to  be  flying,  that  I  may  be  vying, 
With  saints  and  bright  angels  that  shout 

in  the  skies. 

Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  fair  Canaan's 
before  you  ; 
Ascend  the  bright  mountain,  still  shouting 
free  grace  ! 
On  Salem's  strong  tower  we'll  sing  hallelujah 
Reviv'd  with  the  smiles  of  sweet  Jesus' 
face  ; 

No  sorrow,  no  sighing,  no  weeping,  no 
mourning, 


songs.  241 

To  tho=:e  who  there  enter,  there  is  no  re* 
turning, 

But  loving,  and  feasting,  and  shouting  and 
singing, 

All  glory  to  Jesus  the  source  of  free  grace. 

My  soul's  full  of  glory,  I  can't  stay  much 
longer, 

The  angels  in  glory  now  call  me  away ; 
My  spirit  in  Jesus  grows  stronger  and 
stronger, 

O  how  it  exults  to  behold  the  bright  day! 
O  Christians,  O  Christians,  O  had  you  not 
rather, 

Be  shouting  in  glory  with  Jesus  your  Saviour 
Where  cbuds,  and  temptations,  and  sins  and 
vexations, 

Are  all  lost  forever  in  perfect  bright  day  ? 

This  moment,  the  angels  are  hov'ring  around 
us, 

And  joining  with  mortals  to  praise  Zion'3 
King, 

And  waiting  for  Jesus  to  call  us  and  crown 
us, 

And  make  heaven's  arches  with  praises  to 
ring  ! 

Come,  fathers  and  mothers,  let  us  all  go 
together, 

The  wife  and  the  husband,  the  sister  and 
brother, 


242 


SPIRITUAL 


And  vise  to  the  ocean  of  love,  with  emotion 
Of  praise  unto  Jesus  forever  to  sing. 

song  51.    6.  6. 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet  O  !  by  faith  I  see  ; 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 

The  heaven  prepar'd  for  me. 

0  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  Ihe  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day  ; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceaTd, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill'd. 

O  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  ! 

And  let  the  vessels  break ; 
And  let  our  ransom'd  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze, 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity. 


SONGS. 


song  52.    7.  6. 

Oh  when  shall  I  see  Jesus, 

And  reign  with  him  above  ? 
And  from  the  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  deliver'd, 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin. 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus, 

Drink  endless  praises  in  ! 

But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

(Vly  Captain's  gone  before  ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er — 
His  promises  are  faithful. 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers, 

Eternally  shall  live. 

Through  grace  I  am  determin'd 

To  conquer,  though  I  die  ; 
And  then  away  to  Jesus, 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  you  all  adieu  ; 
And,  0  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 
And  trials  on  the  way, 


244 


SPIRITUAL 


Then  cast  )*our  care  on  Jesus, 
And  don't  forget  to  pray. 

Gird  on  the  gospel  armor, 
Of  faith,  and  truth,  and  love, 

And  when  the  combat's  ended, 
You'll  rise  to  God  above. 

O  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend, 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge* 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 
But  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

Ou*  race  will  soon  be  ended, 

And  we'll  ascend  to  God, 
To  dwell  with  precious  Jesus, 

Who  bought  us  with  his  blood  ; 
With  saints  we'll  join  to  praise  him, 

For  grace  divinely  free, 
And  rise  in  gloriousjaptures, 

To  all  eternity. 

And  when  the  last  loud  trumpet, 
Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies, 

And  bid  the  entombed  millions, 
From  their  cold  beds  arise  ; 

Our  ransom'd  dust  revived, 
New  beauties  shall  put  on, 


SONGS. 


245 


And  soar  to  the  blest  mansion, 
Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

Our  eyes  shall  then,  with  rapture, 
The  Saviour's  face  behold ; 

Our  feet  no  more  diverted, 

Shall  walk  the  streets  of  gold ; 

Our  ears  shall  hear  with  transport, 

[  The  hosts  celestial  sing, 

Our  tongues  shall  chant  the  praise8 
Of  our  immortal  King. 


SONG  53.     L.  M. 

There  is  a  school  on  earth  begun, 
Halle  hallelujah, 
Supported  by  the  holy  One: 

Glory  O  Hallelujah. 
He  calls  his  pupils  for  to  prove, 

Halle  hallelujah, 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 

Sing  Glory  O  hallelujah. 
Then  come  my  friends,  where'er  you  be, 
Say  will  you  go  to  school  with  me? 
Christ  Jesus  is  my  master's  name, 
Come  deaf  and  dumb,  come  blind  and  lame. 

Our  school  books  are  the  scriptures  true, 
Our  lessons  are  forever  new  ; 
The  scholars  too  are  all  agreed. 
It  is  a  blessed  school  indeed. 


246 


SPIRITUAL 


My  Master  learns  the  blind  to  see, 
Then  come  ye  blind,  the  school  is  free  ; 
My  Master  learns  the  lame  to  walk, 
He  also  learns  the  dumb  to  talk. 

My  Master  learns  the  deaf  to  hear; 
Then  come,  ye  deaf,  and  lend  an  ear 
Unto  my  Master's  pleasant  voice, 
He'll  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice. 

He  learns  the  swearing  man  to  pray, 
Then  come,  profane,  without  delay; 
He'll  change  your  tongues  to  speak  his  na 
And  spread  abroad  a  Saviour's  fame. 


SONG  54.     L.  M. 

I  kntow  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
What  comfort  this  swoet  sentence  gives 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  everlasting  Head. 

He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave, 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives,  I'll  sing, 
He  lives  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

He  lives  to  heal  and  make  me  whole, 
He  lives  to  guard  my  feeble  soul, 
He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above. 


SONGS. 


247 


He  lives  and  grants  me  rich  supply, 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye, 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart, 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 

He  lives  my  kind,  my  heav'nly  friend, 
He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name, 
He  lives,  my  Jesus  still  the  same  ; 

0  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives. 


SONG  55.     7.  6. 

Mixtures  of  joys  and  sorrow, 

I  daily  do  pass  through  ; 
Sometimes  I'm  in  a  valley, 

And  sinking  down  with  woe; 
Sometimes  I  am  exalted — 

On  eagles'  wings  I  fly — 
I  rise  above  mjr  troubles, 

And  hope  to  reach  the  sky. 

Sometimes  I'm  full  of  doubting, 
And  think  1  have  no  grace  ; 

Sometimes  I'm  full  of  praising, 
When  Christ  reveals  his  face  ; 


248  SPIRITUAL 


Sometimes  my  hope's  so  little, 
I  think  I'll  throw  it  by; 

Sometimes  it  seems  sufficient, 
If  I  were  call'd  to  die. 

Sometimes  I  shun  the  Christian 

Lest  he  should  talk  to  me  ; 
Sometimes  he  is  the  neighbor 

I  long  the  most  to  see  ; 
Sometimes  we  meet  together, 

The  season's  dry  and  dull ; 
Sometimes  vve  find  a  blessing— 

With  joy  it  fills  my  soul. 

Sometimes  I  am  oppressed, 
By  Pharoah's  cruel  hand  ; 

Sometimes  I  look  o'er  Jordan, 
And  view  the  promis'd  land; 

Sometimes  I  am  in  darkness  ; 
Sometimes  I'm  in  the  light, 

And  then  my  soul  is  winged- 
Upward  it  speeds  its  flight. 

Sometimes  I  travel,  mourning, 

Down  Babel's  ancient  stream 
Sometimes  my  Lord's  religion 

Appears  my  only  theme  ; 
Sometimes  when  I  am  praying. 

It  seems  almost  a  task  ; 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing, 

The  greatest  I  can  ask. 


SONGS. 


249 


Sometimes  I  read  my  Bible, 

And  'tis  a  sealed  book  ; 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing 

Whene'er  therein  I  look; 
Sometimes  I  go  to  meeting, 

And  wish  myself  at  home  ; 
Sometimes  I  find  my  Saviour, 

And  then  I'm  glad  I  come. 

Lord,  why  am  I  thus  tossed— 

Thus  tossed  to  and  fro? 
Why  are  my  hopes  thus  crossed 

Where'er  I'm  call'd  to  go? 
O  Lord,  thou  never  changest, 

And  'tis  because  I  stray; 
O!  grant  me  thine  assistance, 

And  keep  me  in  thy  way. 

0  !  may  thy  counsels  guide  me, 

And  keep  me  while  I  live  ; 
In  death  be  thou  my  portion, 

And  then  my  soul  receive, 
To  praise  my  blessed  Saviour, 

And  magnify  his  grace, 
Bestow'd  on  such  a  sinner — 

The  chief  of  all  the  race. 

There,  with  the  holy  angels, 
That  stand  around  the  throne, 

And  saints  of  every  nation, 
Our  voices  join'd  in  one, 


250 


SPIRITUAL 


We'll  sound  aloud  the  praises 
Of  our  Redeemer,  God, 

Who  sav'd  us  by  his  sorrows, 
And  vvash'd  us  in  his  blood. 


SONG  56.     L.  M. 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone  ; 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

The  way  the  holy  prophets  went ; 
The  mad  that  leads  from  banishment; 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness 
I'll  go!  lor  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought, 
And  mourn'd  because  I  found  it  not; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin, 

The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinn'd  and  stumbled  but  the  more, 
'Till  late  I  Heard  my  Saviour  say, 
*'  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way." 

Lo!  glad  1  come,  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  1  am ; 
My  sinful  self  to  thee  I  give — 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 


SONGS. 


Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round, 
What  a  dear  Saviour  1  have  found; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "behold  the  way  to  God!" 

song  57.  8's. 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  in-f&me, 
That  I  may  in  thy  holy  name, 
Aloud  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice,' 
While  I  have  breath  to  raise  my  voice; 
Then  I  will  shout,  then  I  will  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring ; 
I'll  sing  and  shout  forevertnore, 
On  that  eternal,  happy  shore. 

0  hope  of  glory,  Jesus,  come, 

And  make  my  heart  thy  constant  home  ; 
For  the  small  remnant  of  my  days, 

1  want  to  sing  and  shout  thy  praise. 
0  give  me,  Lord,  a  heart  to  pray, 
And  live  rejoicing  ev'ry  day; 

To  give  thee  thanks  in  ev'ry  thing, 
And  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 

When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

Lord  give  me  strength  to  shout  and  pray 

And  praise  thee  with  my  latest  breath, 

Until  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Then,  brethren,  sisters,  shouting  come, 

My  body  follow  to  the  tomb ; 


252 


SPIRITUAL 


And  as  you  march  the  solemn  road, 
Loud  sing  and  shout  the  praise  of  God. 

Then  you  below,  and  I  above, 

We'll  shout  and  praise  the  God  we  love, 

Until  the  great  tremendous  day, 

When  Gabriel's  trump  shall  wake  our  clay 

Then  from  our  dusty  beds  we'll  spring, 

And  shout,  O  Death  where  is  thy  sting !— * 

O  Grave,  where  is  thy  victory ! 

We'll  shout  to  all  eternity. 

Our  race  is  run,  we've  gain'd  the  prize, 
Then  shall  the  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
With  smiles  unto  his  children  say, 
Come  reign  with  me  in  endless  day; 
Then  on  that  happy,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  our  sufferings  o'er, 
We'll  sing  and  shout,  and  shout  and  sing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring. 

song  58.    8.  8.  6. 

Come,  brethren,  let  us  join  and  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  our  King, 

Who  spilt  his  precious  blood; 
His  life  a  ransom  gave  for  all, 
That  he  might  save  our  souls  from  thrall, 

And  bring  us  home  to  God. 

He  rides  victorious  through  the  land. 
His  saints  rejoice,  his  heralds  stand, 


And  they  aloud  do  call, 
*«  Sinners,  repent,  to  Jesus  fly, 
"While  he  in  mercy  passes  by, 

"And  offers  grace  to  all !" 

The  work  of  God  is  going  on  ; 
Souls  daily  flee  from  Babylon, 

And  on  the  Lord  do  call  : 
Old  formalists  do  madly  gaze, 
And  Babel's  merchants  stand  amaz'd, 

To  see  their  mother  fall. 

The  wilderness  doth  sweetly  ring, 
Willi  prayers  and  praises  to  the  King, 

Who  sits  on  Zion's  hill ; 
The  towns  and  cities  hear  the  voice, 
The  sinners  mourn,  the  saints  rejoice, 

With  praise  the  streets  are  fill'd. 

Ride  on  all-conquering  King,  ride  on, 
Thy  kingdom  come,  thy  will  be  done 

Let  heaven  and  earth  agree, 
To  sound  aloud  thy  worthy  fame, 
Till  all  our  souls  shall  be  on  flame 

To  rise  and  reign  with  thee. 

song  59.    3.  6. 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 

Lie  just  before  mine  eye  , 
Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly  : 


254 


SPIRITUAL 


I'd  rise  supeiior  to  my  pain. 
With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  : 

I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 
And  leave  the  world  behind. 

In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 

Faith  moirits  the  upper  sky, 
I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 

And  would  rejoice  to  die  ! 
I  view  the  monster  death,  and  smile, 

Now  he  has  lost  his  sting : 
Though  satan  rages  all  the  while, 

1  still  in  triumph  sing. 

A  lew  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 

My  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
I  hope  to  join  the  heavenly  host 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  : 

0  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
And  bear  me  through  the  sky, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay, 
Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh. 

1  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 
And  in  thine  image  shine  ; 

To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 

And  be  forever  thine. 
Then  I  will  tune  my  harp  of  gold, 

To  my  eternal  king  ; 
Through  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

I'll  make  his  praises  ring. 


SONGS. 


SONG  GO.     C.  M. 

Aim  I  a  soldier  of  the  Cross, 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flow'ry  beds  of  ease, 
"While  others  fight  to  win  the  prize, 

And  sail  through  bioody  seas  ? 

Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vain  world  a  friend  to  grace, 

To  help  me  home  to  God  ? 

Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign  : 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

To  hear  the  cross,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

Thy  saints  all  in  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer  though  they  die: 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
By  faith's  interior  eye. 

When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine, 

In  robes  of  vict'ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


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SPIRITUAL 


SONG  61.  ll's. 

O  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  comingof  God, 
And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching 
his  word, 

With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was 
imprest, 

Nor  could  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  blest. 

The  tokens  of  mercy  begin  to  appear, 
And  Jesus  my  Saviour,  has  answer'd  my 
prayer, 

And  rich  consolations  descend  to  my  soul, 
Salvation  from  Zion's  beginning  to  roll. 

The  streams  of  his  mercy  are  spreading 
abroad, 

And  sinners  are  crying,  and  coming  to  God, 
The  tears  of  contrition  now  pour  like  a  flood, 
And  some  have  found  pardon  through  Jesus' 
blood. 

Here's  more  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at  thy 

feet, 

Oppress'd  with  a  burden  enormously  great ; 
O  raise  them,  dear  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love. 
And  shout  hallelujah,  like  th'  angels  above. 

We  wait  for  thy  chariot  to  roll  down  the 

skies, 

To  bear  us  to  glory  with  joy  and  surprise  ; 


SONGS. 


257 


We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
With  angels  o'erwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of 
love. 

Shout  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus'  love, — 
Break  forth  into  singing,  ye  trees  of  the 
wood. 

For  Jesus  is  bringing  lost  sinners  to  God. 

Let  all  that  have  being  unite  in  the  song, 
And  ages  on  ages  the  theme  still  prolong, 
And  when  they  are  lost  in  an  unmeasur'd 
time, 

Sweet  Jesus !  the  glory  and  praise  shall  be 
thine. 

song  27.    8.  7. 

Awake,  my  heart,  arise,  my  tongue, 

Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 

Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

'Twas  he  adorn'd  my  naked  soul, 
-   And  made  salvation  mine  ; 
Upon  a  poor  polluted  worm, 
He  makes  his  graces  shine. 

And  lest  the  shadow  of  a  spot, 

Should  on  my  soul  be  found, 
He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought, 

And  cast  it  all  around, 
j 


258 


SPIRITUAL 


How  far  the  heavenly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  wear! 
These  ornaments,  how  bright  they  shine, 

How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

The  spirit  wrought  my  faith  and  lore, 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace; 
13 (i t  Jesus  spent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteousness. 

Strangely,  my  soul,  art  thou  array'd, 
By  the  great  sacred  Three  ; 

In  sweetest  harmony  of  praise, 
Let  all  thy  powers  agree. 


song  63.    8.  6. 

Hark!  listen  to  the  trumpeters! 

They  sound  for  volunteers  ! 
On  Zion's  bright  and  tlow'ry  mount 

Behold  the  officers — 
Their  horses  white,  their  garments  bright, 

With  crown  and  bow  they  stand, 
Enlisting  soldiers  for  their  King, 

To  march  for  Canaan's  land. 

It  sets  my  heart  all  in  a  flame ; 

A  soldier  I  will  be ; 
I  will  enlist,  gird  on  my  arms, 

And  fight  for  liberty. 


BONGS. 


259 


They  want  no  cowards  in  their  band, 

That  will  their  colors  fly, 
But  call  for  valiant  hearted  men, 

Who're  not  afraid  to  die. 

The  armies  now  are  in  parade, 

How  martial  they  appear  ! 
All  arm'd,  and  dressed  in  uniform, 

They  look  like  men  of  war. 
They  follow  their  great  General, 

The  great  Eternal  Lamb, 
His  garments  stain'd  with  his  own  blood, 

King  Jesus  is  his  name. 

The  trumpet  sounds,  the  armies  shout, 

And  drive  the  hosts  of  hell  ; 
How  dreadful  is  our  God  in  arms! 

The  great  Immanuel! 
Sinners,  enlist  with  Jesus  Christ, 

Th'  eternal  Son  of  God, 
And  march  with  us  to  Canaan's  land, 

Beyond  the  swelling  flood. 

There  is  a  green  and  flow'ry  field, 

Where  fruits  immortal  grow; 
There,  clothed  in  white,  the  angels  bright, 

Our  great  Redeemer  know. 
We'll  shout  and  sing  for  evermore 

In  that  eternal  world  ; 
But  Satan  and  his  armies  too, 

Shall  down  to  hell  be  hurl'd. 
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2G0 


SPIRITUAL 


Hold  up  your  heads,  ye  soldiers  bold, 

Redemption's  drawing  nigh, 
We  shall  soon  hear  the  trumpet  sound, 

'Twill  shake  both  earth  and  sky  ; 
In  fiery  chariots  then  we'll  fly, 

And  leave  the  world  on  fire, 
And  meet  around  the  starry  throne, 

To  tune  th'  immortal  lyre. 


SOXG  64.  8's. 

Hark  !  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove ! 
The  token  of  redeeming  love  ; 
From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 
The  neighboring  vallies  echo  round  ; 
O  Zion,  hear  the  turtle  dove, 
The  token  of  your  Saviour's  love  ! 
He  comes  the  barren  land  to  cheer, 
And  welcome  in  the  jub'lee  year, 

"  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er  ;" 
We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more  ; 
The  spring  is  come  and  summer  too, 
All  things  appear  divinely  new. 
On  Zion's  mount,  the  watchmen  cry, 
"  The  resurrection's  drawing  nigh, 
Behold  !  the  nations  from  abroad, 
Are  flocking  to  the  mount  of  God  ! 

The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
"  O  sinners,  turn,  why  will  you  die  ? 


SONGS. 


261 


"  How  can  you  slight  the  gospel's  charms  ? 
"  Enlist  with  Christ — gird  on  your  arms! 
"These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold, 
"  In  ancient  times,  by  prophets  old — 
"  They  long'd  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
"  But  all  have  died  without  the  sight. 

"  The  latter  day  is  verging  on, 

"  And  fugitives  are  flocking  home  ; 

"  Behold  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 

"  All  pressing  to  the  mount  of  God  ! 

"  0  yes,  and  I  will  join  that  band  : 

"  Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 

"  With  Satan's  band  no  more  to  be, 

"  But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty." 

His  banner  soon  will  be  unfurl'd, 
And  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world — 
On  Zion's  mount  we  then  shall  stand, 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land — 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darken'd  be, 
And  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea !' 
And  world  on  world  together  blaze, — 
We'll  shout  the  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

SONG  65.  8's. 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and  sweet 
flowers, 
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262 


SPIRITUAL 


Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  with  me  : 
The  midsummer's  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay; 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  Him. 

December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
;His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 
I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish,  or  to  fear; 
JSo  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign' d  ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place, 

Could  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear; 
And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  son  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ; 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
O  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


SONGS. 


song  66.    8.  1. 

Oh  !  that  I  had  some  humble  place, 

Where  I  might  hide  from  sorrow; 
Where  I  might  see  my  Saviour's  face 

And  there  be  freed  from  terror. 
Oh  !  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 

I'd  leave  this  world  and  Satan; 
And  fly  away  to  realms  above, 

Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

My  heart  is  often  made  to  rrourn, 

Because  I'm  faint  and  feeble  ; 
And  when  my  Saviour  seems  to  frown, 

My  soul  is  filTd  with  trouble. 
And  when  he  doth  again  return, 

And  I  repent  my  lolly, 
'Tis  then  I  after  glory  run, 

And  still  my  Jesus  follow. 

I  have  my  bitter  and  my  sweet, 

While  through  this  world  I  travel, 
Sometimes  I  shout,  and  often  weep, 

Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel. 
But  let  them  think  and  think  again, 

I  feel  I'm  bound  for  heaven  ; 
I  hope  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 

I  therelore  still  will  praise  him. 


I  want  to  live  a  Christian  here ; 
I  want  to  die  while  shouting ; 
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264 


SPIRITUAL 


I  want  to  feel  my  Saviour  near, 
When  soul  and  body's  parting. 

I  want  to  see  bright  angels  stand, 
And  waiting  to  receive  me, 

To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land, 
Where  Christ  is  gone  before  me. 


SONG  67.     L.  M. 

I  love  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws, 
I  love  religion's  blessed  cause  ; 
I  love  his  faithful  children  too, 
I  love  his  precious  will  to  do. 

I  love  this  narrow,  happy  way, 
I  love  to  watch,  I  love  to  pray ; 
I  love  the  crown,  I  love  the  cross, 
I  love  the  gold  without  the  dross. 

I  love  to  shout,  I  love  to  sing. 

I  love  to  praise  my  heavenly  King ; 

I  love  my  Lord,  I  know  I  do, 

I  love  the  souls  that  he  loves  too. 

I  love  his  saints  that  are  below, 
I  love  the  precious  sinners  too; 
I  love  those  who  have  gone  before, 
I  love  my  Jesus  more  and  more. 


SONGS. 


265 


song  68.  8's. 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 

Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise, 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung 

Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore,. 

Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring, 
In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing: 
The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim, 
And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour's  name. 
In  every  land  begin  the  song, 
To  every  land  the  strains  belong; 
In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise, 
And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. 

SONG  69.  ll's 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 
at  hand, 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band;, 
Our  sev'ral  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  a. 
while, 
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266 


SPIRITUAL 


We'll  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Providence 
smile ; 

But  while  we  are  parted,  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other  and  trust  in  the  Lord. 

Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 
charged, 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  bounty  enlarg'd, 
With  shouting  and  singing,  tho'  Jordan  may 
roar, 

You'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  on  the 
shore. 

Farewell,  younger  brethren,  just  listed  for 
war, 

Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near; 
Altho'  you  must  "travel  this  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to 
peace. 

The  world  and  the  devil,  and  sin,  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution,  your  souls  to  affright, 
But  Jesus,  your  leader,  is  stronger  than  they, 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

Farewell,  trembling  mourners,  with  sad  bro- 
ken heart. 

O  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part, 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 

Farewell,  careless  sinner,  for  you  I  must 
mourn, 


SONGS-  267 

To  think  of  your  danger,  if  still  unconcern'd, 
I  read  of  the  judgment,  where  all  must  ap- 
pear, 

How  will  you  stand  trembling  with  torturing 
fear! 

Those  frolics  and  pastimes  in  which  you  de- 
light. 

Will  serve  to  torment  you  with  dreadful  af- 
fright, 

You'll  think  of  the  sermons  which  you've 

heard  in  vain — 
All  hope's  gone  forever  of  hearing  again. 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  all 
around, 

Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  last  trump 

shall  sound  ; 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

SONG  TO.     C,  if. 

Amazing  grace!  (how  sweet  the  sound!) 

That  sav'd  a  wretch  like  me; 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Was  blind,  but  now  I  see  ! 

'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  reliev'd  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 

The  hour  I  first  believ'd  ! 
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268 


SPIRITUAL 


Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come, 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 

And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

The  Lord  has  promis'd  good  to  me  ; 

His  word  my  hope  secures  ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 

As  long  as  life  endures. 

Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 

A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  call'd  me  here  below, 

Will  be  forever  mine. 


SONG  71.     T.  6. 

The  glorious  light  of  Zion 

Is  spreading  far  and  wide, 
And  sinners  now  are  coming 

Unto  the  gospel  tide  ; 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus 

Triumphant  doth  arise ; 
And  sinners  crowd  around  it, 

With  bitter  groans  and  cries. 


SONGS. 


The  sufferings  of  our  Saviour, 

Upon  mount  Calvary, 
Is  sounded  out  to  sinners  ; 

And  sets  the  prisoners  free  ; 
For  whilst  this  glorious  message 

Was  circulating  round, 
Some  souls  expos'd  to  ruin, 

Redeeming  love  have  found. 

And  of  this  happy  number, 

I  hope  that  I  am  one  ; 
And  Jesus  Christ  will  finish 

The  work  he  has  begun  ; 
He'll  cut  it  short  in  righteousness, 

And  I'll  forever  be 
A  monument  of  mercy, 

To  all  eternity. 

I  am  but  a  young  convert, 

Who  lately  did  enlist, 
A  soldier  under  Jesus, 

My  prophet,  king,  and  priest ; 
I  have  received  rny  bounty, 

Likewise  my  martial  dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favor, 

A  robe  of  righteousness. 

Down,  down  into  the  water, 
Where  we  young  converts  go, 

Following  our  Lord  and  Master, 
In  righteousness  below ; 


270 


SPIRITUAL 


We  lay  our  sinful  bodies 

Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
An  emblem  of  our  Saviour 

When  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus 

Has  done  for  you  and  me  ; 
Behold,  his  mangled  body 

Hung  tortur'd  on  the  tree  ! 
His  head,  his  hands,  his  bleeding  side, 

To  you  he  doth  display  ; 
0  tell  me,  brother  sinner, 

How  can  you  stay  away  ? 

Come,  all  ye  elder  brethren, 

Old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Who,  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

Have  counted  all  things  loss. — 
Come,  pray  for  us  young  converts, 

That  we  may  travel  on, 
And  meet  you  all  in  glory, 

Where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 

song  72.    8.  8.  6. 

When  life's  tempestuous  storms  are  o'er, 
How  calm  he  meets  the  friendly  shore, 

Who  liv'd  averse  to  sin  ! 
Such  peace  on  virtue's  path  attends, 
That  where  the  sinner's  pleasure  ends, 

The  good  man's  joys  begin. 


SONGS.  271 

See  smiling  patience  smooth  his  brow, 
See  the  kind  angels  waiting  now, 

To  lift  his  soul  on  high! 
While  ea^er  for  the  blest  abode, 
He  joins  with  them  to  praise  the  God 

Who  taught  him  how  to  die. 

The  horrors  of  the  grave  and  hell, 
Those  sorrows  which  the  wicked  feel, 

In  vain  their  gloom  display; 
For  he  who  bids  yon  comets  burn, 
Or  makes  the  night  descend,  can  turn 

Their  darkness  into  day. 

No  sorrow  drowns  his  lifted  eyes  ; 
Nor  horror  wrests  the  struggling  sighs  ; 

As  from  the  sinner's  breast; 
His  God,  the  God  of  peace  and  love, 
Pours  sweetest  comforts  from  above, 

And  sooths  his  heart  to  rest. 

som  T3.   8.  0. 

Young  people  all,  attention  give, 

And  hear  what  1  do  say; 
I  want  your  souls  with  Christ  to  live, 

In  everlasting  day. 
Remember  you  are  hastening  on 

To  death's  dark,  gloomy  shade  ; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gone, 

Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 


272  BPIKITUAL 


Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through, 

Ere  long,  my  dear  young  friends; 
Where  then  do  you  expect  to  go ; 

Where  will  your  souls  then  land  ? 
Pray  meditate,  before  too  late, 

While  in  a  gospel  land; 
Behold,  King  Jesus  at  the  gate 

Most  lovingly  doth  stand ! 

Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  face 

From  such  a  glorious  Friend  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous  race  ? 

O,  don't  you  fear  the  end  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  dang'rous  road 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  refuse  all  peace  with  God, 

With  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 

Young  ladies,  too,  what  will  you  do, 

If  out  of  Christ  you  die? 
From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 

To  weep,  lament,  and  cry; 
Where  none  the  least  relief  can  bring, 

To  mitigate  your  pain, 
And  you  no  more  with  Christians  sing, 

Nor  ever  with  them  reign. 

Come  young,  come  old,  I  pray,  then,  view 

The  fountain  open'd  wide, 
The  spring  of  life  open  for  you, 

That  flows  from  Jesus'  side  ; 


SONGS. 


273 


There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 
And  reign  with  Christ,  our  King ; 

For  his  glad  notes  our  souls  employ, 
Loud  hallelujahs  sing. 


SONG  74.  8's. 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love  ? 

It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
That  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 

And  Jesus'  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
"Our  hearts  all  united  in  love  ; 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansion  above. 

O  why,  then  so  loath  for  to  part, 
Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again ; 

Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

No  longer  confin'd  to  our  clay, 
O'erwhelm'd  in  the  ocean  of  love  ! 


274 


SPIRITUAL 


O  then  with  our  Jesus  we'll  reign, 
And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 

And  sing  hallelujah,  amen, 
Amen,  even  so  let  it  be. 


SONG  75.    IV  s. 

0  jesus,  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine, 
For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign  ; 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the 

best, 

Without  thee,  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee 
I'm  blest. 

Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was 
blind, 

Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find; 
And  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
Thy  mercy  reliev'd  me,  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel, 
All  language  of  mortals  for  ever  would  fail ; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame, 
I'm  rais'd  into  rapture  while  praising  his 
name. 

1  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer, 
In  blest  meditation,  he  always  is  near; 
My  constant  companion,  O  may  we  ne'er 

part, 

All  glory  to  Jesus  !  he  dwells  in  my  heart. 


SONGS. 


275 


My  Saviour  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  iny 
Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways  and  thy 
word  ; 

With  tender  emotion  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from 
wo. 

I'm  happy  in  Jesus,  and  cannot  forbear, 
Tho'  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare, 
For  death  will  soon  call  me,  and  then  I  shall 

fty, 

And  praise  him  in  mansions  prepared  on 
high. 

Then  millions  of  ages  my  soul  shall  employ, 
In  praising  my  Jesus,  my  God,  and  my  joy, 
Without  interruption,  when  all  the  glad 
throng, 

With  pleasure  unceasing,  unite  in  the  song. 

soxg  76.    6.  G.  8.  6. 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 

Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread 

We  all  shall  soon  appear  ; 
Our  cautioivd  souls  prepare 

For  that  tremendous  day, 
And  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 

And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 


276 


SPIRITUAL 


To  pray  and  wait  the  hour, 

That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When  rob'd  in  majesty  and  power, 

Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down 
Th'  immortal  Son  of  man, 

To  judge  the  human  race, 
With  all  thy  Father's  dazzling  train, 

With  all  thy  glorious  grace. 

To  damp  our  earthly  joys, 

T'  increase  our  gracious  fears, 
For  ever  let  th'  archangel's  voice, 

Be  sounding  in  our  ears  ; 
The  solemn  midnight  cry, 

"Ye  dead  the  Judge  is  come, 
Arise  and  meet  him  in  the  sky, 

And  meet  your  instant  doom  ?" 
O  may  we  thus  be  found 

Obedient  to  thy  word, 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 

And  looking  for  our  Lord  ! 
O  may  we  all  ensure 

A  lot  among  the  blest ; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure, 

An  everlasting  rest. 

SONG  77.     L.  M. 
Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 
"  I  sit  upon  my  lofty  throne  : 
"  My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
"  Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 


SONGS. 


211 


"  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
"  On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too; 
"  The  humble  spirit  and  contrite, 
"  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

"  The  humble  soul  my  words  revive; 
"  I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 
"  Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find; 
"  And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

"  When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

"  I  make  them  know  how  vile  they've  been; 

"But  should  my  wrath  forever  smoke, 

"  Their  souls  would  sinkbeneath  my  stroke." 

O  may  thy  pardoning  grace  be  nigh, 
Lest  we  should  faint,  despair,  and  die; 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approve, 
The  methods  of  thy  chastening  love. 


SONG  78.     C.  M. 

Shepherds  rejoice,  lift  up  your  eyes, 
And  send  your  fears  away, 

News  from  the  regions  of  the  skies — 
A  Saviour's  born  to-day. 

Jesus,  the  God  whom  angels  fear, 
Comes  down  to  dwell  with  you ; 

To-day  he  makes  his  entrance  here, 
But  not  as  monarchs  do. 


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SPIRITUAL 


No  gold,  nor  purple  swaddling  bands, 

Nor  royal  shining  things  ; 
A  manger  lor  his  cradle  stands  ; 

And  holds  the  King  of  kings. 

Go  shepherds  where  the  infant  lies, 

And  see  his  humble  throne  ; 
With  tears  of  joy  in  all  your  eyes, 

Go  shepherds,  kiss  the  Son. 

Thus  Gabriel  sang,  and  straight  around, 
The  heav'nly  armies  throng  ; 

They  tune  their  harps  to  lolly  sound, 
And  thus  conclude  the  song. 

Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 
Let  peace  surround  the  earth; 

Mortals  shall  know  their  Maker's  love, 
At  their  .Redeemer's  birth. 

Lord  !  and  shall  angels  have  their  songs, 

And  men  no  tune  to  raise  ? 
0  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues 

When  we  forget  to  praise  ! 

Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above, 

That  pitied  us  forlorn  ; 
We  join  to  sing  our  Maker's  love, 

For  there's  a  Saviour  born. 


SONGS. 


279 


SONG  79.     L.  M. 

Afflicted  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near, 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day?" 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong, 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee  ; 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust,  in  thy  Redeemer's  name; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross, 

Or  sore  afflictions,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  di? tress,  or  poverty, 

Still,  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue  ; 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 
And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 


280 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  80.     C.  M. 

Should  bounteous  nature  kindly  pour, 

Her  choicest  gifts  on  me. 
Still,  O  my  God !  I  should  be  poor, 

If  void  of  love  to  thee. 

Not  shining  wit,  nor  manly  sense, 

Could  make  me  truly  good ; 
Not  zeal  itself  could  recompense 

The  want  of  love  to  God. 

Did  I  possess  the  gift  of  tongues, 

But  were  denied  thy  grace  ; 
My  loudest  words,  my  loudest  songs, 

Would  be  but  sounding  brass. 

Though  thou  should'st  give  me  heav'nly  skill 

Each  mystery  to  explain  ; 
If  I'd  no  heart  to  do  thy  will, 

My  knowledge  would  be  vain. 

Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God! 

As  mountains  to  remove  ; 
No  faith  could  do  me  real  good, 

That  did  not  work  by  love. 

Oh,  grant  me,  then,  this  one  request, 

And  I'll  be  satisfied, — 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast, 

And  all  my  actions  guide. 


SONGS. 


SONG  81.     S.  M. 

Come,  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  "listen,  while  I  tell, 
;  How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 

Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief, 
Oppress'd  my  gloomy  mind  ; 

I  looked  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 

At  length  to  God  I  cried ; 

He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh  ; 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 

Salvation  from  on  high. 

I  My  drooping  head  he  raised  ; 

My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd  ; 
i  Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile, 

The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

I  0,  may  I  ne'er  forget 
The  mercy  of  my  God  ! 
Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread, 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

SONG  82.     L.  M. 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
;  Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 


282 


SPIRITUAL 


Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest, 
And  with  this  glorious  Jesus  rest? 
Will  you  be  sav'd  from  guilt  and  pain? 
Will  you  with  Christ  forever  reign  ? 

Make  now  your  choice,  and  halt  no  more, 
For  now  he's  waiting  for  the  poor ; 
Say  now,  poor  souls,  what  will  you  do? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ  or  no  ? 

Ye  dear  young  men,  for  ruin  bound, 
Amidst  tlie  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  seek  to  prove 
The  joys  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

Your  sports,  and  all  your  glittering  toys, 
Compared  with  our  celestial  joys, 
Like  momentary  dreams  appear ; 
Come,  go  with  us  your  souls  are  dear. 

Or  must  wre  leave  you  bound  to  hell, 
Resolved  with  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 
Still  we  will  weep,  lament,  and  cry, 
That  God  may  change  you  ere  you  die. 

Young  women,  now  we  look  to  you  ; 
Are  you  resolv'd  to  perish  too  ? 
To  rush  in  carnal  pleasures  on, 
And  sink  in  flaming  ruin  down  ? 

Then  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell, 
We're  bound  to  heaven  and  you  to  hell ; 
Still  God  may  hear  us  while  we  pray, 
And  change  you  ere  the  burning  day. 


SONGS. 


Once  more  I  ask  you  in  his  name — 
I  know  his  love  remains  the  same; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ"  or  no  ? 

Come,  you  that  love  th'  incarnate  God, 
Anil  feel  redemption  in  his  blood, 
Let's  watch  and  pray,  and  travel  on, 
Till  Jesus  comes  to  call  us  home  ! 

A  few  more  days,  and  we  shall  go 
From  all  our  caros  and  foes  below; 
In  shouts  of  triumph  we  shall  fly, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  eternally. 


SONG-  83.     C.  M. 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 

My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 

My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight, 

How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 


284 


SPIRITUAL 


How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ; 
My  life  which  thou  hast  made  my  care, 

Lord  I  devote  to  thee. 

Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 
Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  : 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  : 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


SONG  84.     L.  M. 

He  dies  !  the  friend  of  sinners  dies  ! 

Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 

A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 

Come,  saints,  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 
For  him  who  groan'd  beneath  your  load; 

He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood  : 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 

But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again ! 


SONGS. 


285 


The  rising'  God  forsakes  the  tomb  ! 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies  ! 

Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints,  and  tell, 
How  high  our  great  deliverer  reigns, 

Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster,  death,  in  chains  ! 

Say,  "Live  forever,  wondrous  King, 
"  Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 

Then  ask  the  monster,  "Where's  thy  sting? 
"And  where 's  thy  victory ,  boasting  grave?" 


SONG  85.  ll's. 

Hos anna  to  Jesus,  my  soul  rise  and  sing, 
He's  worthy  of  praises,  let  all  the  earth  ring; 
'  To  rescue  lost  sinners,  he  left  his  bright 
throne, 

And  lifts  us  to  glory  by  free  grace  alone. 

My  heart  is  enraptur'd,  and  love  tunes  my 
tongue, 

Unite  my  dear  brethren  to  swell  the  sweet 
song ; 

:  It  burst  forth  in  glory,  and  roll'd  down  the  sky 
'  To  raise  helpless  sinners  to  mansions  on  high. 

I  A  band  of  bright  angels  descends  from  above, 
I  To  bear  the  glad  tidings  of  Jesus'  love ; 


286  SPIRITUAL 

The  swains  highly  favor'd,  to  Bethlehem 

went, 

And  witness'd  the  truth  of  this  joyful  event. 

My  soul  stand  and  wonder,  then  bow  and 
adore, 

The  owner  of  all  things  is  tnrn'd  out  of  door! 
The  sovereign  of  angels  cammands  no  es- 
teem 

From  sinners,  the  objects  he  came  to  redeem. 

Pray  why  is  this  darkness  prevailing  at  noon? 
Or  why  doth  all  nature  seem  strangely  to 
mourn  ? 

While  rocks  cleave  asunder,  and  earthquakes 
aloud  ? 

My  Jesus  is  dying ! — he  surely  is  God. 

Methinks  as  he  languish'd  and  died  on  the 
tree, 

His  eye  roll'd  in  pity,  and  fix'd  upon  me ; 
The  look  overwhelmed  me,  and  conquer'd 
my  heart, 

And  bound  me  unto  him — O  !  never  to  part. 

The  tears  of  contrition  in  torrents  did  flow, 
Will  this  bleeding  Jesus  such  favors  bestow? 
Unworthy  such  kindness,  O  Lord,  to  receive; 
Arise  said  the  Saviour,  I  freely  forgive. 

By  love  1  am  conquer'd,  in  tears  I  rejoice, 
O  may  I  but  praise  him  in  action  and  voice; 
And  if  up  to  heaven  I'm  finally  borne, 
The  praise  of  salvation  is  to  him  alone. 


SONGS. 


28*7 


SONG  8G.     C.  M. 

Did  Christ  the  great  example  lead, 

For  all  his  humble  train, 
In  washing  his  disciples'  l'eet, 

And  wiping  them  again  ? 
O  !  glory  hallelujah  !  praise  ye  my  God. 
O!  glory  hallelujah  !  love  and  serve  the  Lord. 

And  did  my  Lord  and  Master  say 

"  If  I  have  vvash'd  your  feet, 
"Ye  also,  ought  to  watch  and  pray, 

"  And  wash  each  other's  feet  ?" 

0  blessed  Jesus,  at  thy  board, 
I  have  thy  children  met ; 

The  bread  I've  broke,  the  wine  I've  pour'd. 
And  now  would  wash  their  feet. 

In  imitation  of  my  Lord, 

Who  blood  for  me  did  sweat; 

1  yield  unto  his  sacred  word. 
And  wash  his  children's  feet. 

Yes,  blessed  Jesus  !  I  like  thee 

Would  Christians  often  meet : 
The  least  of  all  the  flock  would  be, 

And  wash  the  pilgrim's  feet. 

"  For  this,  let  men  reproach — defame 

"  And  call  me  what  they  will ; 
"  I  still  would  follow  Christ  the  Lamb, 

"  And  be  his  servant  still." 


288 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  87.     P.  M. 

Come,  and  taste  along  with  me, 

The  weary  pilgrim's  consolation  ; 
Boundless  mercy  running  free 

The  earnest  of  complete  salvation, 
Joy  and  peace  in  Christ  I  find, 
My  heart  to  him  is  all  resign'd  , 
The  fullness  of  his  power  I  prove, 
And  all  my  soul's  dissolv'd  in  love. 
Jesus  is  the  pilgrim's  portion, 
Love  is  boundless  as  the  ocean. 

When  the  world  and  flesh  would  rise, 
And  strive  to  draw  me  from  my  Saviour, 

Strangers  slight,  or  friends  despise, 
I  then  more  highly  prize  his  favor. 

Friends,  believe  me  when  I  tell, 

If  Christ  be  present  all  is  well : 

The  world  and  flesh  in  vain  may  rise, 

In  all  their  efforts  do  despise. 
In  the  world  I've  tribulation. 
But  in  Christ  sweet  consolation. 

The  worldings  hold  me  in  disdain, 
Because  I  shun  their  carnal  pleasure ; 

All  in  this  which  gives  me  pain 
Is,  that  they  slight  a  noble  treasure. 

But  still  among  them,  bless  the  Lord! 

There's  some  who  tremble  at  his  word ; 


SOXGS. 


289 


And  this  doth  joy  to  me  impart, 

To  think  the  Lord  hath  reach'd  their  heart. 
Oh  the  grace  to  sinners  given, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  crowns  in  heaven. 

When  I'm  in  the  house  of  prayer, 
I  find  him  with  the  congregation : 

Music  sweet  unto  my  ear, 

Ts  the  glad  sound  of  free  salvation. 

When  I  join  to  sing  his  praise, 

My  heart  in  holy  raptures  raise  ; 

I  join  and  sing  and  shout  aloud, 

And  disregard  the  gazing  crowd : 
Glorious  theme  of  exultation, 
What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

When  I  hear  the  pleasing  sound 

Of  weeping  mourners  just  converted, 
The  dead's  alive,  the  lost  is  found  ; 

The  Lord  hath  heal'd  the  broken  hearted. 
My  heart  exults,  my  spirits  glow, 
I  love  my  Lord,  and  brethren  so  : 
Oh,  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
I  soon  would  sing  with  those  above. 

Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

What  I  feel  is  past  expression. 

Why  should  I  regard  the  frowns 

Of  those  who  mock,  deride,  or  slight  me, 
Soon  I'll  lie  beneath  the  ground, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  those  that  hate  me  ; 
Sorrows,  toils,  and  sufferings  o'er, 


290 


SPIRITUAL 


When  once  we  meet  that  happy  shore  ; 
There,  with  the  shining  hosts  above, 
I'll  sing  and  shout  redeeming  love. 
Blessings  there,  beyond  expression, 
Ever  roll  in  sweet  succession. 

Sinners,  you  may  laugh  and  scorn ; 

Your  moments  lost  will  be  lamented  ; 
The  awful  day  is  hastening  on 

When  you  will  wish  you  had  repented  ; 
Death  in  its  embraces  cold, 
Will  soon  your  mortal  bodies  ho)d  ; 
Then  all  your  pleasures  take  their  flight, 
And  down  you'll  sink  to  endless  night ; 

While  you're  of  that  guilty  number, 

Your  destruction  doth  not  slumber. 

Come,  poor  sinner,  go  with  me  ; 

My  heart's  enlarged  to  receive  you ; 
Slight  not  mercy  otf'er'd  free, 

Come  to  Jesus,  he'll  relieve  yon. 
But  if  you  offered  grace  refuse, 
And  will  destruction  ever  choose, 
Unhappy  soul,  your  guilt  and  blood 
Will  rest  on  your  defenceless  head  : 

Darkness,  torment,  pain,  and  sorrow, 

May  be  yours  before  to-morrow. 

Mourner,  see  your  Saviour  stand, 
With  arms  expanded  to  receive  you ; 

He  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands, 
Venture  on  him,  he'll  relieve  you  : 


SONGS. 


Cast  all  your  doubts  and  fears  aside, 
The  door  of  mercy's  open  wide  ; 
The  fountain  flows  which  saves  from  s 
Come  now,  believe,  and  enter  in. 

Don't  distrust  your  blessed  Saviour  ; 

Come  believe,  and  live  forever. 


song  88.    8.  8.  8.  6. 

The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  course  of  time  will  soon  be  run. 
Creation  waits  its  fiery  doom, 
The  Lord  will  soon  appear. 

O  there'll  be  glory,  glory  hallelujah  ; 
O  ther'll  be  glory, 

When  saints  shall  view  him  near. 

The  trump  of  God  shall  rend  the  skies. 
The  slumb'ring  millions  wake  and  rise 
What  joy,  what  terror,  and  surprise, 

The  last  great  day  will  bring. 

O  ther'll  be  glory,  &c. 

The  rising  saints  will  sing. 

The  nations  throng  his  awful  bar, 
Whose  call  remotest  regions  hear; 
All  tribes  and  kindred  now  draw  near 
To  hear  their  final  doom. 

O  ther'll  be  glory. 
Around  the  judgment  throne. 
k2 


292 


SPIRITUAL 


See  husbands  and  their  wives  now  part, 
See  parents  and  their  children  part ; 
All  sinners  from  the  saints  must  part, 

To  meet  again  no  more. 

0  Iher'Il  be  mourning. 

The  day  of  mercy's  o'er. 

In  shining  ranks,  on  the  right  hand, 
Behold  the  Christian  armies  stand  ; 
The  victory  at  length  is  gain'd, 

The  sons  of  God  are  free. 

O  ther'll  be  glory, 

When  they  his  face  shall  see. 

Then  dreidful  to  the  left  doth  turn, 
Where  all  with  rage  and  malice  burn, 
He  looks  on  those  who  once  could  spurn 

The  purchase  of  his  blood. 

O  ther'll  mourning, 

To  see  an  angry  God. 

To  these,  the  righteous  King  will  say, 
I've  call'd,  but  you've  refus'd  to  obey; 
Depart,  ye  cursed,  haste  away, 

And  reap  the  fruits  of  sin. 

O  ther'll  be  mourning, 

While  angels  say  amen. 

See  Jesus  and  his  saints  unite, 
They  move  to  happy  realms  of  light, 
Their  bloodwash'd  robes  are  pure  and  white, 


SONGS. 


293 


Each  heart  infiam'd  with  love. 

O  ther'll  be  glory, 
When  they  his  glory  prove. 

See  heav'n  displays  her  pearly  gates, 
A  kingdom  for  the  righteous  waits, — 
Corne^  blessed  children,  take  the  seats 

Of  old  prepar'd  for  you. 

O  ther'll  be  glory, 

When  they  Mount  Zion  view. 


mm  89.    8.  7. 

The  time  draws  nigh,  when  you  and  I 

Are  to  be  separated  ; 
But  it  does  grieve  our  hearts  to  leave 

Each  other,  and  be  parted: 
But  let  us  see  eternity, 

And  meet  the  saints  with  joy, 
Our  sighings  o'er,  we'll  part  no  more, 

But  reign  with  Christ  in  g4ory. 

When  Christians  join,  it  is  most  fine, 

For  to  adore  their  Saviour  ; 
High  they  can  raise  their  songs  of  praise, 

And  follow  him  forever. 
But  when  they  part,  it  grieves  their  heart, 

They  here  are  so  united  : 
They  fain  would  be  in  company 

Always,  they're  so  delighted. 


294 


SPIRITUAL 


Well,  brethren  dear,  don't  let  us  fear, 

We  soon  shall  live  together; 
When  Christ  descends  to  call  his  friends, 

We  then  shall  meet  each  other; 
Then  to  set  down  around  the  throne, 

With  saints  and  lovely  Jesus, 
Eternal  love  we'll  sing  above, 

And  nothing  then  will  grieve  us. 

The  Lamb  appears  to  wipe  our  tears, 

And  to  complete  our  glory; 
Then  shall  we  rest  with  all  the  blest, 

And  tell  the  lovely  story; 
We'll  set  and  tell,  Christ  lov'd  us  well, 

And  that  while  we  were  sinners, 
Heaven  will  ring,  while  saints  do  sing, 

"The  glory's  the  Redeemer's." 


SONG  90.     C.  M. 

We  to  the  silent,  awful  grave, 
With  every  step  make  haste ; 

The  tomb  contains  the  prince  and  slave,  ] 
And  that  must  be  our  place. 

Our  dearest  friends  now  sleep  in  death, 

And  daily  we  are  warn'd  ; 
Why  should  we  trust  our  fleeting  breath. 

When  that  so  soon  is  gone. 


SONGS. 


295 


Ye  dying  mortals  seek  the  Lord, 
The  grave  yet  cries  "prepare;" 

O  hear  its  awful  solemn  word 
While  you  have  time  to  hear. 

This  sleeping  dust  ere  long  shall  rise, 
And  these  dead  bones  awake, 

When  God  in  glory  rends  the  skies, 
And  bids  the  mountains  shake. 

With  joy  the  upright  shall  arise, 
And  upwards  wing  their  way  ; 

While  sinners,  fill'd  with  sad  surprise, 
Will  mourn  the  awful  day. 

Ye  humble  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
That  day  with  joy  you'll  see, 

Bear  then  a  few  more  trials  here, 
For  blest  eternity. 


SONG  91.  CM. 

Dear  friends,  farewell,  [  do  you  tell 
That  you  and  I  must  part, 

I  go  away,  and  here  you  stay, 
But  still  we  join  in  heart. 

Your  love  to  me  has  been  so  free, 

Your  conversation  sweet, 
How  can  I  bear  to  journey  where 

With  you  I  cannot  meet. 
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Yet  I  do  find  my  heart  inclin'd 

To  do  my  work  below, 
When  Christ  doth  call,  I  trust  I  shall 

Be  ready  for  to  go. 

I  leave  you  all,  both  great  and  small, 

In  Christ's  encircling  arms, 
Who  can  you  save  from  hell's  dark  grave, 

And  shield  you  from  all  harm. 

I  trust  you'll  pray  both  night  and  day, 
And  keep  your  garments  white, 

That  you  and  me  and  all  may  be 
The  children  of  the  light. 

If  I'm  call'd  home,  while  I  am  gone 

Indulge  no  grief  for  me  : 
My  soul  shall  go  where  pleasures  flow, 

And  happy  I  shall  be. 

Millions  of  years  over  the  spheres, 

Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
While  beauties  bright,  unto  my  sight 

Their  sacred  sweets  disclose. 

I  long  to  go — then  farewell  woe, 

My  soul  will  be  at  rest, 
No  more  complain,  or  sigh  again, 

But  taste  the  heavenly  feast. 

Then  we  shall  meet  and  be  complete, 

And  long  together  dwell, 
And  love  the  Lord  with  one  accord, 

So  brethren,  all  farewell. 


SONGS.  297 
song  92.    11.  6. 

To  leave  my  dear  friends  and  with  neigh- 
bors to  part, 
And  go  from  my  home,  affects  not  my  heart 
Like  th'  thought  of  abstaining  myself  for  a 
day 

From  that  blest  retreat  I  have  chosen  to  pray: 
I  have  chosen  to  pray. 

Dear  bower  where  the  pine  and  the  poplar 

leaves  spread, 
And  woven  their  branches  a  roof  o'er  my 

head : 

How  oft  have  I  knelt  on  the  ever-green  there, 
And  pour'd  out  my  soul  to  my  Saviour  in 
prayer ; 

To  my  Saviour  in  prayer. 

The  early,  shrill  notes,  of  a  lov'd  nightingale 
That  dwelt  in  the  bower,  I  observ'd  as  my 
bell; 

It  called  me  to  duty,  while  birds  in  the  air 
Sung  anthems  of  praises,  as  I  went  to  prayer. 
As  I  went  to  prayer. 

How  sweet  were  the  zephyrs,  perfumM  by 
the  pine, 

The  ivy,  the  balsam,  and  the  wild  eglantine; 
But  sweeter,  0  sweeter,  superlative  were 
The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer; 
In  answer  to  prayer. 
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SPIRITUAL 


For  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  oft  deigned  to  meet, 
And  blest  with  his  presence  my  humble  re- 
treat, 

Oft  fill'd  me  with  raptures  and  blessedness 
there, 

Inditingin  heaven's  own'language  myprayer. 
Own  language,  my  prayer. 

Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  you  and  bid  you 
adieu, 

And  pay  my  devotions  in  parts  that  are  new; 
Well  knowing  my  Saviour  resides  ev'ry- 
where, 

And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 
Give  answer  to  prayer. 


song  93.    8.  7, 

Weeping  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians, 

Weak  and  tempted  Lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribulation, 

And  by  sorrows  sorely  pressed  ; 
Christ  has  sent  me  to  invite  you 

To  a  rich  and  costly  feast, 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 

Come,  the  rich  provision  taste. 

Come,  poor  sinners,  don't  reject  it, 
Don't  reject  the  least  of  grace  ; 

Rather  pray  and  now  expect  it, 
Pray  a  visit  of  his  face  . 


SONGS. 


God  is  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

He  is  ready  to  be  found ; 
Brethren  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

Fathers,  see  your  sons  now  sinking 

In  the  depths  of  guilt  and  sin  ; 
Travelling  to  the  grave,  not  thinking 

What  a  state  their  souls  are  in. 
Mothers,  see  your  tender  daughters 

Wading  through  a  sea  of  blood, 
Death  will  soon  make  avvl'ul  slaughter,- 

Oh  !  the  rolling,  dismal  flood. 

Without  Christ  they  can't  be  saved, 

None  but  God  can  do  them  good ; 
Can  you  see  your  children  dragged 

Down  to  ruin  in  their  blood  ? 
Neighbors,  friends,  and  dear  relations, 

To  the  gulf  of  ruin  bound, 
Brethren,  pray,  that  holy  fire 

May  be  scatter'd  all  around. 

Here's  poor  souls  that  are  half-hearted, 

Trimming  'twixt  the  world  and  God; 
Sometimes  by  the  world  diverted, 

Then  attracted  by  the  word. 
Don't  you  pity  poor  backsliders, 

Hypocrites,  and  traitors  too  ? 
Brethren,  pray  that  holy  fire 

May  their  guilty  souls  renew. 


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SPIRITUAL 


But,  perhaps,  here's  weeping  Mary, 

Pouring  forth  a  flood  of  tears ; 
Of  her  sins  she  now  is  weary, 

While  her  heart  is  fill'd  with  fears. 
Brethren,  let  your  cries  ascending, 

Call  for  holy  fire  down  ; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

Brethren,  see  that  trembling  jailor, 

What  to  do  he  does  inquire, 
To  be  freed  from  sin  and  sorrow, 

To  be  fill'd  with  holy  fire ; 
Brethren,  raise  your  large  desires, 

Sisters,  now  unite  your  cries  ; 
Let  us  pray  that  holy  fire 

May  revive  him  ere  he  dies. 

Come,  dear  pilgrims,  let's  be  marching 

Towards  Canaan's  happy  land, 
In  our  blessed  Lord  believing, 

As  a  holy,  loving  band  ; 
Let  us  run  the  race  with  patience, 

Which  in  gospel  truth  is  found; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 


SONGS. 


song  94.    6.  4. 

O  careless  sinners  come, 

Pray  now  attend, 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 

It  will  soon  end. 
Jehovah  calls  aloud. 
Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd, 
Pursue  the  road  to  God, 

And  happy  be. 

No  happiness  you'll  find 

While  thus  you  go, 
No  peace  unto  your  mind, 

But  pain  and  woe 
Attend  you  every  day, 
While  far  from  God  you  stray, 
O  sinner,  come  away, 

And  ever  live. 

How  many  calls  you've  had, 

I  call  again  ; 
How  can  you  be  so  bad, 

So  full  of  sin — 
As  to  rufuse  that  voice 
Which  tells  you  to  rejoice. 
In  making  heaven  your  choice, 

And  shunning  hell. 

Nor  do  I  call  alone  ; 

The  Saviour  too, 
E'en  with  his  dying  groans, 


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Cries,  bid  adieu 
To  all  your  follies  now, 
And  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how 

To  live  anew. 

But  if  you  will  refuse, 

Down,  down  you'll  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  choose 

The  road  to  woe. 
Alas,  how  can  you  slight 
The  rays  of  gospel  light, 
And  sink  in  endless  night, 
Where  silence  reigns  ? 

I  bid  you  all  farewell, 

With  aching  heart, 
And  in  deep  sorrow  tell 

That  we  must  part ; 
While  unto  heaven  we  go, 
And  you  are  bound  to  woe- 
Alas,  it  must  be  so 

If  you  rebel. 

I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping  say 
Why  wont  you  leave  your  sin. 

And  come  away 
From  satan's  cruel  power, 
And  live  forever  more  ? 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour 

That  life  began. 


SONGS. 


303 


song  95.  8's. 

Away  my  doubts,  begone  my  tears, 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  appears; 
The  wonders  that  my  Saviour  wrought, 
0,  how  delightful  is  the  thought! 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  love, 
When  first  my  heart  was  drawn  above, 
When  first  I  saw  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  triumph'd  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

Pursue,  my  thoughts,  this  pleasing  theme, 
'Twas  not  a  fancy  nor  a  dream  ; 
'Twas  grace  descending  from  the  skies, 
And  shall  be  marv'llous  in  mine  eyes. 
Long  had  I  mourn'd,  like  one  forgot, 
Long  had  rny  soul  for  comfort  sought ; 
Jesus  was  witness  to  my  tears, 
And  Jesus  sweetly  calm'd  my  fears. 

He  cleans'd  my  soul,  he  changed  my  dress, 
And  cloth'd  me  with  his  righteousness  ; 
He  spake,  at  once,  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  1  rejoiced,  as  if  in  heaven  ; 
How  was  I  struck  with  sweet  surprise, 
While  glory  shone  before  mine  eyes ! 
How  did  I  sing  from  day  to  day, 
And  wish'd  to  sing  my  soul  away < 

The  world,  with  all  its  pomp,  withdrew, 
'Twas  less  than  nothing  in  my  view; 


304 


S  PIRITUAL 


Redeeming  love  was  all  my  theme, 
And  life  appear'd  an  idle  dream  ; 
I  gloried  in  my  Saviour's  grace, 
I  sung  my  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
My  soul  then  long'd  to  soar  away, 
And  leave  her  tenement  of  clay. 

The  powers  of  hell  in  vain  combin'd 
To  tempt  or  interrupt  my  mind ; 
I  saw,  and  sung  in  joyful  strains, 
The  monster  satan  held  in  chains. 
These  are  the  wonders  I  record, 
The  marv'llous  goodness  of  the  Lord! 

0  for  a  tongue  to  speak  his  praise, 
And  tell  the  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

SONG  96.     P.  ML. 

When  thou  my  righteous  Judge  shall  com 
To  call  thy  ransom'd  people  home, 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

1  love  to  meet  among  them  now — 
Before  thy  gracious  throne  to  bow — 

Though  weakest  of  them  all. 
But  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
To  have  my  worthless  name  left  out, 

When  thou  tor  them  shall  call  ? 


songs.  305 

Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace  ! 
Be  thou  dear  Lord  my  hiding  place, 

In  that  expected  day. 
Thy  pard'ning  voice,  O  let  me  hear, 
To  still  each  unbelieving  fear; 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  th' archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 

To  see  thy  smiling  face  : 
Then  loud  through  all  the  crowd  I'll  sing; 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  boundless  grace. 

SONG  97.     P.  M. 

O  how  happy  are  they, 

Who  the  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasures  above  ! 

Tongue  cannot  express, 

The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favor  divine 
I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 

When  my  heart  first  believ'd  ! 

What  a  joy  I  receiv'd  ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  name  ! 

'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 


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SPIRITUAL 


And  the  angel's  can  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

Jesus  all  the  day  long, 

Was  my  joy  and  my  sons: ; 
O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 

He  hath  loved  me  I  cried, 

He  hath  suffer'd  and  died, 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me. 

On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above 
All  my  sins,  and  temptations,  and  pain 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 

Freely  justified  I, 
Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

0  !  the  rapturous  height, 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood! 
Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

1  was  perfectly  bless'd, 

As  if  fill'd  with  the  fullness  of  God  ! 


SONGS. 


SOT 


SONG  98.     I\  M. 

The  blessed  Jesus,  loving  Saviour, 

He  has  call'd  on  me  to  go  ; 
In  the  vineyard  I  must  labor, 

Or  on  me  must  come  the  woe. 

Farewell,  dear  friends  and  loving  neighbors, 
The  gospel  trumpet  I  must  blow, 

And  sound  salvation  to  poor  sinners, 
Or  on  me  must  come  the  woe. 

Say  not  four  months,  then  comes  the  harvest, 
The  fields  are  white,  the  harvest  near ; 

He  that  reaps  receiveth  wages, 
As  from  scripture  doth  appear. 

Then  for  my  Jesus  I  will  travel 

O'er  mountains  high  and  vallies  low, 

To  warn  the  wicked  for  my  Master, 
For  the  word  to  me  is  go. 

O  hark  poor  sinners  will  you  hear  me  ? 

Will  you  hear  my  Christ  or  no  ? 
To  you  my  errand  is  directed, 

Will  you  with  my  Saviour  go  ? 

Say,  poor  sinners,  will  you  hear  me  i 
Will  you  have  my  Christ  or  no  ? 

The  blessed  Jesus  now  invites  you, 
Now  he  calls  on  you  to  go. 


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SPIRITUAL 


O  come  poor  mourners  who  feel  wounded, 
Tho'  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Let  your  hopes  on  Christ  be  founded, 
Prepare  to  meet  him  in  the  skies. 

If  your  sins  appear  like  crimson, 

He'll  wash  your  souls  as  white  as  snow, 

0  come  dear  mourner  to  the  Saviour, 
Come  and  feel  the  pardon  flow. 

0  come  backsliders  who  have  vvander'd, 
Who  so  long  have  gone  astray  ; 

Come  rebellious,  wandering  children, 
Jesus  meets  you  on  the  way. 

For  the  fatted  calf  is  kill'd, 

All  things  are  ready  now,  I  know, 

Wine  on  the  lees,  and  well  refin'd  ; 
So,  farewell  wanderers,  I  must  go. 

Ye  little  lambs  of  my  Redeemer, 
Ye  who  feed  in  pastures  green, 

Follow,  follow  Christ  your  leader, 
Ever  let  your  light  be  seen. 

Ever  mind  and  love  each  other; 

Shun  the  path  that  leads  to  woe, 
And  travel  on  the  Way  together; 

So,  farewell  brethren,  1  must  go. 


SONGS. 


song  99.    7.  6. 

Call'd  to  a  sense  of  duty, 

I  would  obey  the  call, 
And  for  the  sake  of  Jesus, 

I  freely  give  up  all 
My  former  vain  enjoyments, 

Of  pleasure,  pride  and  gain, 
That  I  in  Jesus'  kingdom; 

A  mansion  may  obtain. 

How  often  have  I  struggled 

To  hold  some  foolish  sin, 
Yet  to  the  heavenly  kingdom 

I  meant  to  enter  in  ; 
But  now  I  am  persuaded, 

That  nothing  else  will  do, 
But  Jesus  for  my  portion, 

And  holy  joys  pursue. 

Let  all  the  world's  gay  beauty, 

With  satan's  flattering  bait, 
With  all  their  pride  and  grandeu: 

Around  my  soul  await, 
The  far  superior  beauty, 

Through  faith  I  see  ahead, 
And  I  am  bent  upon  it, 

This  holy  way  to  tread. 

Comee  who  will  travel  with  me, 
The  way  that  leads  to  heaven, 


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SPIRITUAL 


And  follow  none  but  Jesus, 
The  way  that  he  hath  given, 

And  take  his  word  for  counsel, 
His  Spirit  for  a  guide, 

And  make  a  full  surrender 
Of  everything  beside  ? 

Come  on,  my  precious  brethren, 

And  travel  on  with  me, 
We'll  seek  for  heavenly  treasure, 

Until  we  find  the  sea 
Of  sweet,  unbounded  riches, 

Of  life,  and  love,  and  peace, 
Where  beauty  never  withers, 

And  glory  never  cease. 

What  though  the  world  reproaches, 

And  say  we're  mean  and  poor, 
No  matter  what  we  surfer, 

If  we  can  reach  the  shore, 
It  will  make  the  glory  sweeter, 

And  raise  thy  praises  higher, 
And  we  shall  be  completer, 

When  purified  by  fire. 

SONG  100.     L.  M. 

Ye  blooming  youth  I  pray  give  ear, 
A  death-bed  lamentation  hear  ! 
Ere  death  shall  blast  the  opening  flow' 
O  make  your  peace  and  calling  sure. 


BONGS. 


311 


In  pride,  and  wealth,  and  pleasure's  maze, 
I  I've  spent  the  morning  of  my  days, 
i  Did  oft  in  gayest  circles  shine, 
jNor  thought  my  sun  would  ere  decline. 

But  death  has  aim'd  the  fatal  blow, 
|  Down  to  the  grave  I  soon  must  go, 
Distressing  pains  my  vitals  tear, 
My  soul  is  rack'd  with  keen  despair. 

My  beauty,  once  my  greatest  pride, 
The  cold  and  silent  grave  will  hide, 
The  rose,  so  late  in  sweetest  bloom, 
Is  now  just  rip'ning  lor  the  tomb. 

In  sinful  pleasures  I  have  spent, 
The  golden  moments  God  has  lent, 
And  now  beneath  his  awful  frown, 
I  soon  shall  sink  in  anguish  down. 

Oft  I  have  felt  the  inward  smart, 
And  anguish  keen  has  seiz'd  my  heart; 
And  oft  alone  resolved  in  tears, 
To  seek  the  Lord  in  riper  years. 

But  with  conviction  still  T  strove, 
Despis'd  a  Saviour's  ofier'd  love, 
Refus'd  with  sinful  joys  to  part, 
And  grieved  his  Spirit  from  my  heart. 

Ye  blooming  youth,  a  long  farewell, 
O  shun  the  paths  that  lead  to  hell  : 
Seek  now  your  slighted  Saviour's  face, 
No  more  refuse  his  ofFer'd  grace. 


312 


SPIRITUAL 


No  more  his  loving  Spirit  grieve, 
Lest  he  your  precious  souls  should  leave  ; 
O  think  that  ere  to-morrow's  sun, 
You  may  forever  be  undone. 

0  Christian  friends,  a  long  adieu, 

I've  been  reproved  and  warned  by  you  ; 

Oft  I  have  heard  you  weeping  cry, 

"  Turn,  sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die !" 

But  mercy  has  forever  fled, 

1  sink  among  the  silent  dead, 
My  life  is  o'er,  my  glass  is  run, 
Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun  ? 


SONG  101.    8.  6. 

My  God  and  King  has  said  to  me, 

Go  and  proclaim  abroad, 
To  Jew  and  Gentile,  bond  and  free, 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  ! 
My  Saviour's  orders  I  obey, 

With  joy  that's  mix'd  with  pain  ; 
And  go  in  tears  both  night  and  day, 

Salvation  to  proclaim. 

I  wander  here  and  seldom  find 

On  earth  a  real  friend  ; 
But  Jesus  calms  my  troubled  mind, 

And  still  doth  comforts  send — 


SONGS. 


When  with  the  piercing  cold  I'm  chilPd, 
Or  scorch 'd  by  summer's  day, 
I  With  care  for  souls  my  mind  is  fill'd, 
My  call  I  must  obey. 

No  earthly  cares  or  foes  I  meet, 

Nor  persecutions  flood, 
Shall  make  me  from  my  post  retreat ; 

I'll  blow  the  trump  of  God : 
Christ's  standard,  the  white  flag  of  peace 

I  hold,  and  still  do  call, 
And  preach  to  all  the  world  free  grace, 

For  Jesus  died  for  all. 

'  Jesus  assist  me  to  unite 

Thy  sheep  and  lambs  in  one, 
That  they  may  live  like  angels  bright, 

And  their  Redeemer  own  ; 
|  Then  when  I  cease  from  trav'ling  here, 

Salvation  to  proclaim, 
0  may  I  meet  my  brethren,  where 
We'll  never  part  again. 


SONG  102.    8.  1. 

Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress, 

Making  sad  lamentation, 
Find  themselves  lost  in  wickedness, 

And  under  condemnation ; 
While  thunderbolts  from  Sinai's  mount, 

Do  roar  with  loudest  terror, 


314 


SPIRITUAL 


And  they,  as  lost  in  their  account, 
Are  drown'd  with  grief  and  horror. 

Ah,  woe  is  me  that  I  was  born, 

Or  ever  had  beginning  ; 
I  fain  would  died  when  I  was  young 

Or  have  no  future  being; 
But  here  I  am  in  deep  distress, 

Most  worn  away  with  trouble; 
Day  after  day  I  seek  for  rest, 

But  find  my  sorrows  double. 

Saith  satan,  fatal  is  your  state, 

Time  past  you  might  repented  ; 
But  now  you  see  it  is  too  late, 

So,  make  yourself  contented  : 
How  can  I  live,  how  can  I  rest, 

Under  this  sore  temptation  : 
Fearing  my  day  of  grace  is  past, 

Lord  hear  ray  lamentation. 

But  who  is  he  that  looketh  forth, 

Just  like  the  vernal  morning ; 
Clear  as  the  sun,  fair  as  the  moon, 

'Tis  Jesus  Christ  adorning  : 
Jesus  can  clothe  my  naked  soul, 

Jesus  lor  me  has  died  ; 
And  now  I  can  with  pleasure  sing, 

My  wants  are  all  supplied. 


SOXGS. 


315 


song  103.    8.  6. 

?e  pilgrims  that  are  wand 'ring  home, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb  ; 
Sweeter  to  me  than  honeycomb, 

Is  Christ's  despised  name  ; 
Let  us  with  undissembled  love, 

Like  children  hand  in  hand. 
March  to  our  Father's  house  above, 

And  to  the  promis'd  land. 

VTou've  heard  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 

Take  the  alarm  and  fly; 
Arise  and  now  to  Christ  be  gone, 

For  there  is  danger  nigh  ; 
Ye  little  flock  I  bid  adieu, 

Our  parting  is  to-day, 
0  let  us  all  to  Christ  prove  true, 

And  always  watch  and  pray. 

Since  Fve  been  here  you  have  been  dear, 

I've  always  found  you  kind  ; 
But  now  I  quit  this  happy  place, 

And  leave  you  all  behind  : 
And  if  we  never  meet  below, 

Let  us  our  lamps  prepare, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom  when  he  comes, 

And  in  his  glory  share. 

So,  fare  you  well,  my  dearest  friends ; 
With  flowing  tears  we  part : 


31G 


SPIRITUAL 


God  make  us  faithfnl  to  the  end  ; 

Your  souls  are  near  my  heart : 
It  will  not  be  bat  few  days  more, 

Before  we  meet  above, 
There  fears  of  parting  ne'er  can  come, 

In  that  sweet  world  of  love. 


song  104.    7.  6. 

When  I  set  out  for  glory, 
1  left  the  world  behind  ; 
Determin'd  for  a  city, 

That's  out  of  sight  to  find. 
And  to  glory  I  will  go,  I'll  go,  I'll  go, 
And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

I  left  my  worldly  honor, 

I  left  my  worldly  fame  ; 
I  left  my  gay  companions, 

And  with  them  my  good  name. 
And  to  glory,  &c. 

Some  said  I'd  better  tarry, 
They  thought  I  was  too  young, 

For  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme, 
And  to  glory,  &c. 

Come  all  my  loving  brethren, 
And  listen  to  my  cry; 


SONGS. 


317 


All  you  that  are  backsliders, 
Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go,  kc. 

The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 

Who  truly  begs  indeed, 
He  always  will  relieve  him, 

VV'heifer  he  stands  in  need. 
And  to  begging  I  will  go,  &c. 

I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine, 
The  garments  that  he  gives  me, 

The  sun  it  will  outshine. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go,  Sec. 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  beg, 
While  here  on  earth  I  stay, 

I'm  not  asham'd  to  watch, 
I'm  not  asham'd  to  pray. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go,  &c. 

The  richest  man  I  ever  saw, 
Was  one  that  begg'd  the  most, 

His  soul  was  fdl'd  with  Jesus, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 
And  to  begging  I  will  go,  &c. 

\nd  now  we  are  encourag'd, 

Come  let  us  travel  on, 
[Until  we  join  the  angels, 

And  sing  the  holy  song. 
And  to  glory  I  will  go,  &.c. 


318 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  105.     12.  11. 

As  pensive  I  ranged,  my  soul  in  devotion, 
Withdrew  from  confession  to  gloomy  re- 
treat. 

Where  silence  was  reigning,  and  nature  re- 
posing 

In  deep  solitude — slowly  wand'ring  my 

feet: 

The  sun  had  retired,  and  silence  prevailing, 
The  pale  waning  moonlight  the  bowers  re- 
galing. 

Excited  emotions  of  youthful  bewailing, 
Which  moved  to  weeping  the  trees  of  the 
wood. 

O  hard  is  my  fate,  cried  a  soul  in  deep  an- 
guish, 

The  drops  of  the  ev'ning  had  chill'd  on 
his  brow 

To  heaven  he  lifted  his  eyes  prone  to  lan- 
guish, 

That  glow'd  in  rejecting  all  pleasure  below: 
Behold  I  retire  from  my  native  employment, 
And  bid  final  farewell  to  earthly  enjoyment, 
O  Jesus  protect,  and  prevent  sad  annoyment, 

In  thee,  and  thee  only,  I'll  seek  for  repose. 

Farewell,  O  my  parents,  the  joy  of  ray  child- 
hood, 

My  brothers  and  sisters,  I  bid  you  adieu, 


SONGS.  319 

To  wander  creation,  the  fields  and  the  wild 
wood, 

And  call  upon  mortals  their  heav'n  to  se- 
cure. 

When  driven  by  raindrops,  and  nightshades 
prevailing, 

And  keen  piercing  north  winds  my  thin  robes 
assailing, 

And  stars  of  the  twilight  in  lustre  regaling, 
I'll  seek  for  repose  in  a  cottage  unknown. 

Ye  sons  of  the  morning,  with  eyes  full  of  pity 

Behold  one  traversing  a  far  foreign  land, 
No  track  that  I  once  could  behold  to  delight 
me, 

But  mournful  I  sigh  for  the  once  friendly 
land. 

The  beams  of  the  morning,  or  daylight  aris- 
ing 

On  Flora's  gay  beauty  with  charms  so  sur- 
prising, 

To  my  gloomy  soul  can  afford  no  rejoicing, 
For  strange  is  the  place,  and  the  region 
unknown. 

The  beasts  and  the  ravens  their  shelter  dis- 
cover, 

And  owls  of  the  desert  to  covert  away, 
And  in  their  wild  echo  at  midnight  resound- 
ing. 

Appear  to  upbraid  me  more  wretched 
than  they. 


320  SPIRITUAL 

The  dove  of  its  mate  when  bereaved  ah. 
mourning, 

Unites  with  my   sighing,  lamenting  and 

wand'ring  ; 
And  hearts  like  the  steel-darts,  engage  in 

their  sland'ring, 
And  scoffing,  rejoice  at  the  tale  of  my  woe! 

But  think  not  I'm  lost,  0  ye  sons  of  detrac- 
tion, 

Nor  tread  on  a  worm  that  is  slain  at  your 
feet; 

The  spark  all  immortal,  that  glows  in  my 
bosom, 

Will  outshine  the  sun  in  its  splendor  com- 
plete. 

The  day  of  bright  glory  is  fast  onward 
fleeting, 

O  hail  the  blest  morn,  the  last  glorious 

meeting, 

My  soul  in  new  transport,  exults  in  repeat- 
ing. 

We'll  meet  ne'er  to  part,  when  old  time 
is  no  more. 

SONG  106.     L.  M. 

Friends  and  physicians  cannot  save 
My  mortal  body  from  the  grave  ; 
There  I  must  lie  o'erspread  with  turf, 
Encircled  in  the  arms  of  death, 


SONGS. 


321 


Till  Christ  shall  call  my  sleeping  dust 
To  reign  with  him  among  the  just; 
There  to  receive  my  great  reward, 
And  dwell  forever  with  my  Lord. 

In  heaven  above,  at  God's  right  hand, 
Where  I  shall  see  the  friend  of  man, 
And  there  with  saints  and  angels  join 
To  celebrate  his  love  divine. 

There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  forever  more, 
In  holy  triumph  round  God's  throne, 
Where  pains  and  death  no  more  are  known. 


SONG  107.  Ts. 

Parted  many  a  toil-spent  year, 
Pledg'd  in  youth,  in  mem'ry  dear, 
Still  to  friendship's  magnet  true, 
We  our  social  joys  renew  ; 
Drawn  by  love's  unsever'd  chain, 
Here  on  earth  we  meet  again. 

But  our  bow'r  sunk  by  decay, 
Wasting  time  ha?  swept  away, 
And  the  youthful  evergreen, 
Lopp'd  by  death  no  more  is  seen  , 
Bleak  the  winds  sweep  o'er  the  plain 
Where  on  earth  we  meet  again. 
& 


322 


SPIRITUAL 


Many  a  friend  we  used  to  greet, 
Here  on  earth,  no  more  we  meet; 
Oft  the  fun'ral  knell  has  rung ; 
Many  a  heart  has  sorrow  stung 
Since  we  parted  on  this  plain, 
Fearful  ne'er  to  meet  again. 

Worn  by  toil  and  sunk  with  years, 
Soon  we'll  quit  this  vale  of  tears, 
And  these  whiten'd  locks  be  laid 
Low  in  cold  oblivion's  shade. 
But  where  saints  and  angels  reignr 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

SONG  108.     10.  11. 

Dear  people,  farewell,  I  do  you  now  tell, 
I'm  sorry  to  leave  you,  I  love  you  so  well, 
Yet  I  shortly  must  go,  to  where  L<lon't  know, 
But  where'er  I  travel  the  trumpet  I'll  blow. 

Strange  people  I'll  find,  I  hope  they'll  prove 

kind, 

But  faces  nor  places  shall  alter  my  mind  ; 
Where'er  I  be,  I  will  still  pray  for  ye, 
And  you,  my  dear  brethren,  do  the  same  for 
me. 

With  you  I  have  toil'd  and  labor'd  awhile. 
But  labor  prov'd  sweet  when  my  Saviour  did 
smile : 


SONGS* 


323 


And  when  I  am  done,  I  hope  to  go  home, 
And  dwell  with  my  Jesus  where  toils  never 
come. 

Poor  sinners,  adieu,  I'm  sorry  for  you, 
If  out  of  the  Saviour,  0  what  will  you  do? 
What  horror  'twill  raise,  what  dread  and 
amaze, 

To  see  vast  creation  all  in  a  blaze  ! 

Poor  mourners,  adieu,  I'm  loath  to  leave  you, 
But  duty  calls  me,  and  my  work  I  must  do; 
If  I  see  you  no  more  till  the  trump  shall  roar, 
I  hope  I  shall  meet  you  where  parting's  no 
more. 

Dear  brethren,  adieu,  I  truly  love  you, 
Now  here  is  my  hand  as  a  token  I  do ; 
But  now  I  must  go  the  trumpet  to  blow, 
For  the  hope  of  glory  I  leave  all  below. 

When  above  we  meet,  our  joys  shall  be  sweet, 
And  rob'd  in  white,  we  will  fall  at  Christ's 
feet ; 

With  the  blood-wash'd  throng,  we  will  sing 
the  song, 

Glory,  hallelujah  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 


l2 


324 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  109.  ll's. 

Ye  lovers  of  pleasure,  that  slight  salvation, 
As  tormented  Dives  for  his  brethren  did 
pray, 

Attend  a  moment  to  my  lamentation, 

O  hear  and  take  warning,  and  turn  while 
you  may. 

While  Christ  stands  without,  his  mercy  ex- 
tended, 

Arise  from  your  slumber,  your  Saviour  to 

see ; 

While  perfumes  from  his  garments  now  are 
descending, 
Arise,  lest  too  late  you  repent  it  like  me. 

I  long  made  excuses  of  cares  and  vain 
pleasure, 

Too  young  or  too  wise,  else  too  rich  or  too 
poor; 

So  fond  of  my  pastimes  I  never  found  leisure 
To  rise  from  my  slumbers  and  open  the  door. 

But  when  I  awoke,  and  rose  to  receive  him, 
And  found  that  my  Saviour  had  fled  and 
was  gone, 

To  think  of  his  love,  and  how  I  had  griev'd 
him, 

All  my  days  in  affliction  his  absence  I'll 
mourn. 


SONGS. 


325 


Now  Sinai's  thunder  roars  louder  and  louder, 
The  lightnings  do  flash  and  the  trumpet 
does  roar; 

Now  justice  stands  forth,  but  not  in  my  favor, 
And  to  Christ  I'm  asham'd  to  look  up  any 
more. 

But  if,  through  mercy,  at  last  he'll  receive  me, 
Like  Mary,  I'll  weep,  and  lie  at  his  feet; 
No  hardships  or  poverty  e'er  should  grieve 
me, 

I'd  die  with  my  Saviour,  and  death  should 
be  sweet. 

With  my  face  to  the  ground, I'll  cry  for  mercy, 
As  long  as  I've  breath  for  a  pardon  I'll  pray; 

But  I  deserve  that  he  should  never  hear  me, 
For  when  he  called,  I  so  long  did  delay. 

Come  seek  your  salvation  while  Jesus  is 
waiting, 

If  ever  his  pardoning  mercy  I  prove, 
My  tongue  shall  be  praising,  his  goodness 
relating, 

Till  I  meet  you  in  glory  with  Jesus  above. 


SONG  110.     C.  M. 

WiTH  holy  awe,  and  sdemn  dread, 

Approach  the  silent  tomb! 
Your  Shepherd  lies  beneath  the  shade, 

Of  death's  tremendous  gloom, 
l3 


326  SPIRITUAL 


How  gentle  wa9  the  stroke  divine, 
Which  bow'd  his  head  in  death ! 

How  peaceful  did  his  soul  resign 
His  friends,  his  life,  his  breath. 

E'en  death  to  him  is  endless  gain; 

Though  we  are  led  to  mourn : 
Shepherd  divine  !  thy  flock  sustain, 

Nor  leave  thy  fold  forlorn. 

Display  thy  pardoning,  healing  grace ; 

Assuage  our  rising  grief ; 
Reveal  thy  smiling,  cheering  face. 

And  grant  us  sweet  relief. 

Give  us  to  kiss  the  painful  rod, 

Nor  at  thy  will  repine, — 
"  Be  still,  and  know  that  thou  art  God," 

To  all  thy  will  resign. 

Furnish  thy  church  from  shore  to  shore. 
With  gospel  truth  and  grace  ; 

And  while  we  thus  our  loss  deplore. 
E'en  here  thy  flock  increase. 


SONG  111.     C.  M. 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 

To  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


SONGS. 


327 


Let  high  born  seraphs  tune  the  lyre  j. 

And  as  they  tune  it,  fall 
Before  his  face  who  tunes  their  choir. 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Crown  him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

He  fix'd  this  floating  ball; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Ye  seed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, — 

Ye  ransom'd  of  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 
Whom  David,  Lord  did  call ; 

The  God  incarnate,  man  divine, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Sinners  !  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 

Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


l4 


328 


SPIRITUAL 


SONG  112.     P.  M. 

Ye  happy  children,  who  follow  Jesus 

Into  the  house  of  prayer  and  praise, 
Who  are  join'd  in  union,  while  love  increases, 

Resolv'd  this  way  to  spend  your  days  ; 
Although  we're  hated  by  the  world  and  Satan, 

And  flesh,  and  such  as  know  not  God, 
Yet  happy  moments,  and  joyful  seasons 

We  oft  times  find  on  Canaan's  road. 

Though  oft  assaulted  by  sore  temptations, 

We'll  keep  our  great  High  Priest  in  view; 
Our  Jesus  trav'led  through  tribulations, 

And  he  will  bring  his  people  through : 
Though  hell,  with  all  its  frightful  legions, 

Oppose  our  way,  and  round  us  roar, 
Fear  not,  we'll  gain  those  peaceful  regions, 

And  shout  on  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

While  w7e've  been  waiting  on  loving  Jesus, 

We've  felt  some  streams  coming  from  above; 
Our  hearts  have  burn'd  with  holy  rapture, 

We  long  to  be  absolv'd  in  love  : 
Then  let  us  hold  fast  what  is  given, 

And  trust  in  God  for  time  to  come ; 
Sure  we  shall  find  our  way  to  heaven, 

So,  farewell  brethren,  I'm  going  home 

On  Zion's  holy  celestial  mountain, 
I  hope  again  to  meet  you  all ; 


boxgs.  329 

To  bathe  in  love's  eternal  fountain, 
And  round  the  throne  divine  to  fall ; 

Sweetly  united  to  one  another 

When  to  our  Father's  house  we  come  ; 

There's  loving  Jesus,  our  elder  brother; 
So,  come,  my  brethren,  let's  hasten  home! 

But,  as  we  go,  let  us  praise  our  Jesus, 

And  pray  for  those  that  spurn  his  grace, 
That  they  may  taste  love's  richest  treasures, 

And  live  to  see  God's  smiling  face; 
Now  here's  my  hand,  and  my  best  wishes, 

In  token  of  my  Christian  love — 
In  hopes  with  you  to  praise  my  Jesus  : 

So,  farewell  brethren,  we'll  meet  above. 

SONG  113.  CM. 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 

And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage. 

And  hellish  darts*be  huil'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall, 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all 


330         SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul, 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 


THE  FORM  OF 


Sflkmnijaticn  of  iHatrimottg. 


Dearly  beloved,  we  are  gathered  to- 
gether in  the  sight  of  God,  to  join  together 
this  Man  and  this  Woman  in  holy  Matri- 
mony; therefore,  if  any  can  show  just  cause 
why  they  may  not  lawfully  be  joined  to- 
gether, let  hi  in  now  speak,  or  else  hereafter 
forever  hold  his  peace. 

If  no  impediment  shall  be  alleged,  then  shall  the 
Minister  say  to  the  Man : 

A.  Wtlt  thou  have  this  Woman  to  thy 
wedded  Wife,  to  live  together  alter  God's 
ordinance,  in  the  honorable  estate  of  Matri- 
mony ?  Wilt  thou  love  her,  comfort  her, 
honor,  and  keep  her,  in  sickness  and  in 
health  ;  and  forsaking  all  others,  keep  thee 
only  unto  her,  till  separated  by  death  ? 

The  man  shall  answer,  I  Will, 


ii 


MATRIMONY. 


Then  shall  the  Minister  say  unto  the  Woman: 

B.  Wilt  thou  have  this  Man  to  thy  wed- 
ded Husband,  to  live  together  after  God's 
ordinance,  in  the  honorable  estate  of  Matri- 
mony ?  Wilt  thou  love,  honor,  and  keep 
him,  in  sickness  and  in  health ;  and  forsaking 
all  others,  keep  thee  only  unto  him,  till 
separated  by  death  ? 

The  Woman  shall  answer,  I  Will. 

Those  whom  God  hath  joined  together, 
let  no  man  put  asunder. 

For  as  much  as  Jt.  and  B.  have  con- 
sented together  in  holy  wedlock,  and  have 
witnessed  the  same  before  God  and  all 
present,  and  thereto  have  pledged  their 
faith,  one  to  the  other,  I  pronounce,  that 
they  be  Man  and  Wife  together,  in  the  name 
of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the 
Holy  Ghost.  Amen. 


Sable  of  dontatts. 


PUBLIC  WORSHIP   5 

BAPTISM   96 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER   105 

WASHING  THE  SAINTS*  FEET.    .  .  119 

FUNERAL  HYMNS   124 

FAMILY  WORSHIP   141 

ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS.  ...  157 

PUBLIC  FAST   161 

VISITING  THE  SICK   164 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS  .169 


Stable  of  Sxxst  fonts. 


Arise,  my  soul,  my  joyful  powers,  page  26 

And  is  the  gospel  peace  and  love,  39 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed,  65 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have,  70 

And  must  I  be  to  judgment  brought,  85 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace,,  31 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace,  33 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds,  68 

Blest  with  the  joys  of  innocence,  78 

Behold  with  awful  p"mp,  84 

Bold  soldiers  all,  on  you  i  call,  91 

Come  sound  Ins  praise  abroad,  11 

Come,  dearest  Lcrd,  descend  and  dwell,  12 

Come  we  that  love  the  Lord,  13 

Come  sinners  to  the  gospel  feast,  16 

Come  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast,  15 

Destruction's  dangerous  road,  79 

Down,  headlong  from  their  native  skies,  81 

Did  Christ  the  holy  and  the  just,  82 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessings  Lord,  87 

Father,  I  stretch  my  hand  to  thee.  30 

Gr»  at  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great,  47 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds,  8 

Here  in  thy  presence  glorious  Lord,  10 

How  lovely,  how  divinely  sweet,  14 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  helow,  27 

How  precious  is  thy  word,  O  God,  44 

How  did  mv  beart  rejoice  to  beau:,  48 


il  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINE3. 


How  charming  is  the  place,  paqb  49 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine,  57 
Happy  is  he  whose  early  years,  55 
How  beauteous  are  their  feet,  74 
Hungry  and  faint  and  poor,  75 
I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away, 

If  God  so  loved  our  race,  35 
I  want  a  change  to  feel,  36 
Jesus,  we  love  thy  name,  9 
Jesus,  thy  blessings  are  not  few,  21 
Jesus,  with  all  the  bless'd  above,  57 
Jesus,  Redeemer  of  mankind,  73 
Jesus,  great  shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Know  then  that  every  soul  is  free,  20 
Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear,  9 
Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

Let  strife  forever  cease,  40 
Let  everlasting  glories  crown, 
Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
Lord,  when  together  here  we  meet, 
Mortals  awake,  with  ansels  join, 
My  soul  forsakes  her  vain  delight, 
My  heart  how  dreadful  hard 
My  God,  my  portion,  aad  my  love, 


94 


62 


Mv  God,  my  life,  my  love,  63 

My  God.  the  sprinz  of  all  my  joys,  64 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes,  33 

Now  pilgrims  let  us  go  in  peace,  88 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  5 

Once  more  we  come  before  our  God,  14 

O  blessed  souls  are  they,  25 
O  for  a  taste  of  life  divine, 

O  could  I  find  an  humble  place,  37 
O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God,  52 

O  for  a  [dance  of  heavenly  day,  67 
O  who  will  rise  and  go  with  me, 

Once  more  before  we  part,  87 
Prayer  ia  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 


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Plunsr'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  despair,  fxan  76 

Pilgrims,  with  pleasure  let  us  part,  83 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs,  7 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries,  24 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern,  '1 

frnqrs  exposed  to  dread 'ul  woe,  19 

Show  pity  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive,  22 

Since  l  have  placed  my  tru>t  in  God,  32 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  50 

Sinners  the  voice  of  God  regard,  72 

Salvatiui,  O  the  joyful  sound,  "5 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word,  43 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love,  45 

That  name  to  me  sounds  ever  sweet,  !  9 

5Tis  my  r.esirc  with  God  10  walk,  60 

Try  us,  OGod,  and  search  the  ground,  69 

The  souls  that  woul'l  to  Jesus  press,  71 

The  Lord,  the  Judze,  before  his  throne,  83 

That  awful  day  will  i nirely  come,  86 

The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals,  I  3 

Through  thee  we  now  together  come,  95 

What  poor  despised  com/any,  90 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  king,  23 

While  others  their  salvation  rest,  33 

Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest,  50 

Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord,  56 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God,  77 

Why  should  this  earth  delight  Bfi  so,  76 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  wnrni,  5 « 

Ye  lovely  tribes, of  sriiling  youth,  54 

Yonder,  amazing  sight  I  see,  i'.> 


BAPTISLI. 

Attend  ye  children  of  your  God,  102 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm,  104 

Dear  Lord,  and  has  thy  pard'ning  blooJ,  96 

Down  to  the  water  side,  101 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word,  102 


IV  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

Eternal  God,  now  smile  on  those,  page  103 

Gaze  on,  spectators,  and  behold,  98 

How  srreat,  how  solemn  is  the  work,  100 

In  such  a  grave  as  this,  97 

In  pleasure  sweet  here  we  do  meet,  98 

In  all  my  Loid's  appointed  ways,  99 

What  lovely  band  is  this  I  see,  103 

THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord,  109 

How  are  thy  glories  here  displayed  112 

Here,  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet,  113 

Jesus  invites  his  saints,  108 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey,  114 

Lord,  hast  thou  suffered  me,  116 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board,  110 

The  blest  memorials  of  thy  arief,  105 

That  doleful  ni<>ht  before  his  death,  106 

'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  night,  107 

This  do  in  mem'ry  of  your  friend,  110 

The  memory  of  our  dying  Lord,  111 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads,  118 

When  I  survey  the  wond'rous  cross,  115 

Wash'd  in  the  dying  Saviour's  blood,  117 

le  wretched,  hungry,  starving,  poor,  114 

WASHING  THE  SAINTS'  FEET. 

Disrob'd  of  all  his  heavenly  dress,  119 

Jesus,  the  Lord  who  groan'd  and  died,  120 

Jesus,  thou  great  exalted  King,  121 

Jesus,  by  heaven's  hosts  ador'd,  122 

O  that  the  Lord  would  count  me  meet,  123 

What  Christ  the  Lord  would  have  us  do,  121 

Wash  me,  O  Lord  from  every  sin,  122 

FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

And  am  I  born  to  die,  127 

And  must  this  body  die^  131 


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Father,  we  bow  before  thy  throne,  pass  137 

Hark,  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound,  134 

His  death  we  mourn  who  lately  stood,  138 

I  sing  a  song  which  doth  belong,  129 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece,  125 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came,  132 

Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  days,  129 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state,  136 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  used  to  rise,  135 

Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust,  124 

Thee,  we  adore,  eternal  name,  126 

Thy  life  I  read,  my  dearest  Lord,  139 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatch 'd  away,  130 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friend?,  133 

Wake  up  my  muse,  condole  the  loss,  139 

MORNING  HYMNS. 

Behold  the  morning  sun,  141 

God  of  my  lite,  my  morning  song,  146 

Hail  happy  morn,  I  gladly  rise,  148 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear,  141 

Lord  of  my  life,  O  may  thy  praise,  147 

My  gracious  God  has  brought,  148 

O  could  my  soul  this  morning  rise,  142 

Once  more  my  soul,  the  rising  day,  143 

See  how  the  morning  sun,  144 

This  morning  let  my  praise  arise,  146 

With  thee,  great  God,  the  stores  of  light,  145 

EVENING  HYMNS. 

Another  day  is  past,  150 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song,  151 

Indulgent  God,  whose  bounteous  care,  156 

My  God,  my  only  help  and  hope,  155 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts,  154 

O  Saviour,  hear  me  when  I  pray,  149 

O  Jesus,  may  we  praise  thy  name,  155 


Vi  TABLK  05    FIK9T  LINES. 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  'ed  me  on,  page  151 

The  day  is  past  and  cone,  152 

Thou  Son  of  God,  whose  flaming  eyes,  153 

ORDINATION  OF  MINISTERS. 

Chief  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  sheep,  157 

If  you  would  win  a  sou!  to  God,  158 

Let  Zioms  watchmen  all  awake,  157 

Our  God  ascends  his  lofty  throne,  159 

With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord  defend,  161 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ,  160 

PUBLIC  FAST. 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail,  163 

O  thou  whose  sraee  and  justice  reisrn,  162 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne,  161 

•  VISITING  THE  SICK. 

Dost  thou  my  profit  seek,  167 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down,  164 

Lord,  1  am  pain'd,  but  would  resign,  165 

What  pleasure  can  friendship  impart,  166 

SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe,  169 

And  let  this  fee.i;ie  body  fail,  184 

Arise  and  shine,  O  Zion  fair,  228 

Attend  young  friends  while  J  relate,  235 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays,  175 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  eros*.  255 

Away  my  doubts,  begone  my  fears,  303 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound.  2S7 

Awake  ray  heart,  arise  my  tongue,  257 

Afflicted  saint  to  Christ  draw  near,  279 

Am  pensive  I  xaiiged,  my  svoul  in  devotion.  818 


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All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name,  paoe  325 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow,  IT7 

Brethren,  I  bid  you  all  farewell,  193 

Blight  scenes  of  "lory  strike  my  sense,  207 

Come  ye  sinners,  poor  and  need}-,  193 

Come  my  friend  and  let  OS  try,  199 

Come  all  ye  weary  travellers,  203 

Come  all  ye  people  of  my  nation,  205 

Children  of  the  heavenly  Iving,  227 

Come,  brethren,  let  us  join  and  sing,  252 

Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  2bl 
Come  and  taste  along  with  me, 

CalTd  to  a -sense  of  duty,  309 
Dearest  Lord,  thou  hast  commanded 

Dear  Jesus,  hear  comes,  and  knocks  at  t!iy  door,  190 

Didst  thou,  dear  Jesus,  suffer  shame,  231 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders,  225 

Did  Chiist  the  "teat  example  !ctd,  237 

Dear  friends  farewell,  I  do  you  tell,  21' 5 

Dear  people  farewell,  I  do  you  now  tell,  322 

Earth  lias  engrossed  my  love  too  Ion.;,  191 

Farewell  my  dear  kindred,  219 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies,  285 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at  band,  265 

From  whence  detD  this  union  arise,  213 

FrieiKls  and  physicians  cannot,  save,  320 

Head  of  the  church  triumphant,  174 
Hail  thou  bhst  morn  when  the  s;reat  Mediator,  183 

Hark  how  the  gospd  trumpet  sounds,  194 

How  firm  a  foundation  ye  saints  of  the  Lord,  202 

Hark  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord,  813 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation,  SJ5 

How  happy  every  child      trace,  242 

Hark,  listen  to  the  trumpeters,  BS8 

Hark,  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  do^e,  230 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  261. 

He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners  dies,  284 

Hosanna  to  Jesus,  my  soul  rise  and  sing,  285 

I  hear  the  gospel's  joyful  sound,  1  Hi 


Vlll  TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


I  walked  abroad  one  morning  fair,  page  181 

I  long  to  see  the  season  come,  189 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  246 

I  love  my  Lord,  I  love  his  laws,  264 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home,  224 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend,  237 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone,  250 

Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain,  238 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love,  210 

My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love,  218 

Mixtures  of  joy  and  sorrow,  247 

My  God  and  King  has  said  to  me,  312 

Now  the  Saviour  stands  a  pleading,  232 

O  happy  time,  long  waited  for,  212 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  231 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus,  243 

O  God,  my  heart  with  love  inflame,  251 

O  how  I  have  long'd  for  the  coming  of  God,  256 

O  that  I  had  some  humble  place,  263 

O  how  happy  are  they,  305 
O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  1  know  thou  art  mine,  274 

O  careless  sinner  come,  301 

Poor  mourning  souls  in  deep  distress,  313 

Parted  many  a  toil-spent  year,  321 

Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King,  196 

Salem's  bright  king,  Jesus  by  name,  170 

Still  out  of  the  deepest  abyss,  173 

Shepherds  rejoice,  lilt  up  your  eyes,  277 

Should  bout  teous  nature  kindly  pour,  280 

Swe<  t  rivers  of  rt  deeming  love,  253 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show,  214 
The  Lord  is  the  fountain  of  goodness  and  love,  216 

There  is  a  school  on  earth  begun,  245 

The  glorious  light  of  Zion,  268 

Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead,  275 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  one,  276 

To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice,  281 

The  judgment  day  is  rolling  on,  291 

The  time  draws  nigh  when  you  and  I,  C93 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINE9.  ix 


To  leave  my  dear  friends,  page  297 

The  blessed  Jesus,  lovmg  Saviour,  ^7 
When  converts  first  begin  to  siug, 
With  gladness,  dear  brethren, 
What  contradictions  meet, 
While  angels  strike  their  tuneful  strings, 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again, 
We  to  the  silent  awful  grave, 
When  thou  my  righteous  judge  shall  come, 
When  life's  tempestuous  storms  are  o'er  «™j 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God,  £S*J 
When  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 

With  holv  awe,  and  solemn  dread,  *»> 
Weeping  pilgrims,  mourning  Christians, 
When  I  set  out  for  glory, 
Ye  brethren  who  profess  the  Lord, 
Ye  jewels  of  my  master 


187 
185 
209 
230 
334 

2  9  4 

3  14 


17-2 
178 

Ye  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice,  235 

271 

31 '3 

334 


Ye  children  of  Zion,  ' 
Young  people  ail,  attention  give, 
Yr  blooming  youth  I  pray  give  ear, 
Ye  pilgrims  that  are  wandering  home, 
Ye  lovers  of  pleasure  that  slight  salvation, 
Ye  happy  children  who  follow  Jesus,  328 


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